Poem -
All Grown Up
Shadows are all that exist,
An imprint of yesterday,
Etched in the memory,
Once as a child.
No longer that little boy,
More like a man now,
Seeing youth fade,
Adulthood brow.
Once was the innocence,
A childlike figure stood,
The years gone by,
Burned like wood.
How do I see you today,
The man you've become,
With your own ideas,
And opinions run.
I'll miss the boy I birthed,
So innocent in womb,
To be replaced by time,
And thoughts consumed.
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