A Collection of Poetry

Memories

I remember the years of childhood,

Where we would play with swords made of wood,

But as we grow,

The swords become steel,

Life gets tougher, its more real,

As a child we are excited at first,

Ready to let go and break free and burst,

We are always filled with curiosity,

We don't realize yet life's ferocity,

Nor have experienced every feeling,

You always had parents that gave you a ceiling,

But as life goes on,

It is your job to do the whole ton,

You experience so much in life,

Your curiousness fades away,

Then you always look back as the child you used to play,

This character, your younger self, is so different from you,

You think back at all the things you used to do,

The thrills of trying something new for the first time,

The tragedies from broken hearts and fallen pieces, 

Life was memorable and not so blue,

Now I know I wouldn't change a thing or two,