Poem -
Disturb me no more
As a child there were many
To play with me always,
Many times I following many,
Many following me!
As I grew up,
Many’re gone
But I walked ahead,
To be an old man
To be all alone!
Here I lay buried now
Down under the soil in darkness
Seeing many holding wreathe in hands
to place as a tribute of fake love
No one for sure knew
I died of hunger ever!
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Childhood is a period which marks us for always, both good and bad conditions us life for the rest of our days. In my case, I was born with an old mind, but as it passed the time is rejuvenating and understanding a little better the death and life. A greeting.
Thanks for your comments. Accidentally, the poem got posted twice. I regret the inconvenience
Hello P.L.
Growing up and everyone goes their own way...
Some are blessed to have the same friends from along time ago...
The ending here is a heart toucher...
Thank you for sharing...
Hugs...
sparrowsong
Wow bites!!!