All grown up

by ruth   Jan 29, 2007


No more G.I Joe's or Barbie dolls
No more hugs or band-aids when i fall
No more tea parties or dressing up
No more playing with that old fire truck
No more stories right before bed
No more goodnight kisses on my head
No more getting dirty or playing in the sand
No more catching bugs or games of candyland
No more pretending, fun or toys
No more little girls or boys

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  • 16 years ago

    by Hebe

    Very true
    A very enjoyable read.
    Take care

  • 17 years ago

    by Sourav

    So very nicely written. I enjoyed reading this poem. Well done.

  • 17 years ago

    by End Of Eternity

    This is so true and u hv written it in the best possible manner...liked it

    all the best and take care

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