We're growing young
as we live each day
to our secondary childhood
we're on our way.
We'll make mistakes
and do things wrong.
We repeat life's cycle
in order to belong.
We sprout as Spring,
grow in years of vast,
we die without living,
for we grow too fast.
We're more child like
as each day folds.
We're growing young
as we're growing old.
-Haley Harris
1 comment:
Wow! I absolutely LOVE (I mean, love-love-love-LOOOVVVEEEE) this poem!!! I think I'm gonna cross-stitch it into some sweet Victorian material, put it in a sweetalicious frame, and hang it on my wall in my new room (whenever I get it). Hope you don't mind. Love you bunches and bunches, my darling. Miss you boatloads!!! Later.
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