About growing up

by Miss Sorrow   Oct 14, 2006


When they let me out, they had taken away everything that meant something.
The will to climb trees, the wish to swing. Replaced it with knowledge, dates and years, kings and wars. When I got out in life, I knew nothing.
How do you do when you live?
I'll have to take an evening class in the subject.

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  • 18 years ago

    by *Charisma*

    Okay, I'm sure you meant this more seriously, but I wanted to laugh so hard reading the last line....I feel so similarly...like what is this good for? LOL Great job! Jpoet*