Please Don't Grow Up

We all couldn't wait

To grow up, to get out

To fully understand

What the world was about

Only to find

On the other side

The beauty we saw

As a child, had died

The day turned to night

The blue turned to gray

The innocence of life

Had faded away.

So many dreams

Now seem cast down

Remember when difficult

Meant choosing marker or crayon?

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◄ Too busy to live

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keith jeffries

Sat 11th Mar 2017 20:30

A good style Isaac. Don´t give up as you have much potential. Keith

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isaac wright

Fri 5th Aug 2016 03:28

Thank you guys, please share and stay tuned for more work:)

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Janet Alexander

Thu 4th Aug 2016 19:22

I miss my childhood as well.

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Stu Buck

Thu 4th Aug 2016 19:16

yes excellent. i can identify with this, like most people i spent my childhood wishing i was one of those 'mythical' adults who spent so much time complaining about what seemed to be a truly amazing, free experience. now i am an adult (well, in numbers anyway) i find that i understand why they complained and that i long for those halcyon days of lego and afternoon snacks. excellent piece.

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