The story of a climaxing life, only to find itself falling back to where it started.


Growing Down

When I was twenty
The sun set for the near first time
I'd give anything to see it again

When I was seventeen
I threw a brick to pass the time
All my perspectives could bend

Fourteen years old
The stars came out late to shine
The moon glowed to peace with a friend

Ten years of age
The changes of living were mine
Stalk from the ponds and pretend

Tender age four
I learned words could rhyme
Some memories hurt never mend

When I was born
I had finally reached my prime
And the tale I now tell could The End.




Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2006-11-10 at 09:32

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