Come with me, on a stroll
Through the dazzling city night
Through the windows we will see
Snippets of cruel and healthy lifes
Ruth cooks patiently awaiting
Her two boys to come home
Her husband Bill only knows
That they moved out, long ago
James is new to this town
Hasn't found his way just yet
So to pass his lonely time
He dances with a glass of wine
Betty has bought her kid to bed
Now she rushes to get dressed
Cause Kate next door bought roses
And she's ready for the next step
And before we get too creepy
I'll let you live your snippets now
Just remember in hours of doubt
Your story is special somehow
YOU ARE READING
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.
