Little Kids
Little kids play games
Based on their favorite book series
Playing tag round the tree
Laughing for eternities
Little kids begin to leave
Groups torn apart so slowly
Start over, all again
Forget about old best friends
Little kids grow up
Learn to curse and hate the world
So bright yet so cold
Old books shoved behind the shelves
Little kids now stand tall
Wishing they were still small
Playing tag round the tree
Laughing for eternity.
This poem is about:
Me
My community