Changing of the Leaves

 

 

 

The days were unnumbered, nobody cared,

Once a child I had nothing to fear,

The years that passed were something I had beared,

My life is something that I will hold dear,

 

"No longer a child," I told myself,

My father had left me at the mountain,

My father's proudness was told by himself,

My tears could have come out like a fountain,

 

While this was one of many instances,

Instances where I wish I was still young,

I wish life had given me more chances,

I was speaking my heart without a tongue,

 

While there were many times I felt older,

This one weighs in my heart's open folder.

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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