Life is so easy
when you are young.
When kisses heal boo-boos
and lullabies are sung.
It seemed that life could go on for years,
as long as the nightlight was there
to quiet our fears.
Why does growing up
have to be so hard?
When did the world become
bigger than our own back yard?
There is no more recess
to stop the stress of the school day.
There are no more falling stars
that can take our worries away.
Decisions are more complicated
now that we are grown,
why cant we go back
to when life was our own?
Please tell me what you think
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i like this poem- i was able to read it quickly and enjoy it. now rhyme in poetry can b a problem but it goes very well with the way the poem is written. well done.
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chica,
this made me cry
[part of the reason is i'm listening to Pink's new song]
"dear mr. president"
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heyy
thanks hun! i know. i love you!
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