A little girl stood across the street
Her eyes beaming with childish glee
Her world painted with vivid colours
Cut free from worldly pleasures
She seemed bubbly and full of life
Unafraid of the time ticking by
She lovingly patted the famished puppy
And crowned herself with garden roses and lilies
She didn’t have any burden to carry
Nor did she think of the distant future
She has an empty memory bag waiting to be filled
She’s gone but she used to be me
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Nephophile(e) (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Don’t well all miss that phase in life?
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Hi all! It’s been a while since I’ve posted a poem. It feels great to be back
Welcome back Chris. And with a poem worthy of all lost time. I love the reflection of looking back on your younger life. Excellent write! 😉
Thanks poet!😊
It haven't even been 3 months and i am already thinking about those times ... Welcome back and you came like boom with a such a nice write..🔥
Great work. I really like this.
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