A poem for the ones we grew up with
I don't want to say goodbye—
To my childhood, to our childhood.
I don't want to grow up,
I realize this now—
As we stand at the end of the road,
And on the edge of a new one.
I realize now that this road
Will divide us.
And I don’t really want to let go—
Of you,
Of our banter,
Our daily hugs—
Our silly fights and all the moments
We stood by each other.
I realize now that we’re growing up,
How precious our playtime was,
And I understand—
Goodbyes are the hardest
When you have to say them to someone
You once fought with over the TV remote.
REBELLIOUS SOUL
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- Comment from author about the poem: HELLO METAPHORS\r\nTHESE WORDS COME FROM THE HEART OF AN ELDER SIBLING TRYING TO EXPRESS THIS PRECIOUS BOND IN THIS POEM
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Special bonds built during childhood especially with siblings, but there comes a time we have to become adults and move in different ways, but I am sure that bond will remain whichever way you go, enjoyed the read
That's true.
And thank you
You are very welcome
A poem of all the yesterdays. Nicely done as a tribute to the past. A nostalgic poem but we never say goodby just until latter.
Thank you
You're most welcome
Erm, hello then, if you're not saying goodbye! heehee. Note to self: Do shut up Orchi. lol.
haha thank you for reading
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