Every afternoon I look out of my window,
the old man is walking and smiling blissfully,
as the little children play happily
And the parents are playing with them
Every afternoon I look out from my window,
the old man is now using a stick to walk
kids and parents don't play together
parents with there phone kids together but by themself
Every afternoon I look out from my window,
The old man just sits on the bench
kids and parents lose connections
parents with their phone kids turn into teens
Every afternoon I look out from my window,
The old man goes out less often
kids and parents don't tell each other anything
parents turn a blind eye to their kid's problems
teen start to be very uncomfortable in their own skin
Every afternoon I look out from my window,
The old man doesn't go out anymore
kids and parents only disagree and yell at each other
parents turn to blame their kids for all their problems
teen start to become human barcodes and don't wanna live anymore
Every afternoon I look out from my window,
The old man died yesterday
friends and parents only grief
parents can't figure out what they did wrong
teen complete their wish
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Some poems
PoetryThese are some of the pomes I am made. Hope you like them. Any positive comment or feedback is well welcomed!
