The cards in my wallet
Have started adding up
My pockets heavy
Not with sweets and toys
But with bitter, sour strangers
Don't forget your keys
Your phone and your ID
New driver's license too
Bring a pen to sign
Like your mother used to do
No place for sand in my shoes
Dust settles on old beloved
Bears and owls and crocodiles
Used to run for miles and miles
Now something weighs us down
Met everywhere with a frown
Seems like I need glasses now
Can't see things with that certain sound
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Growing Pains
PoetryA retelling of growing up with all of the highs and lows. Condensed into few words are my experiences with people, self-discovery, and the small parts of life and the world I've gotten to see through the windows of my childhood home.
