Cynical mind, too long spent being literal, being logical,
the test of time and the proof that it has won.
When you were younger you believed,
you told me
Perhaps being sent away did that to you,
forced the mind of an adult, worn down by routine.
When it stopped being cool to be excited
by the little things
When we are told we are wrong,
"you're older now, act like an adult".
Is that what vacuums
the last bit of stardust?
We forget how it feels as we grow,
until the time the feeling is lost.
Blown away
like ashes in the wind
I hope that one day it returns to you.
A small tap on the shoulder,
and maybe you'll see things
in a different way
You'll remember the feelings
you once had when you were young
you'll feel the warmth, the love, and the hope
and you'll remember
that magic is real
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Offline) - Published: January 7th, 2017 10:50
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Comments3
Very nicely written! i pray we all can "remember". -- phoenix
I don't want to grow up just old.
killer poem. ww
Wonderfully written and expressed
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