As a child,
I could hardly wait
To grow up
And finally be free.
Little did I know
That being a child
Was as free
As I could ever be.
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Poetic Blues
PoetryTonight, my love is the rain that fills the heart while it lasts and leaves sweet pain in its wake. Poems-- my way of clearing my mind. Highest Ranking: #3 in Poetry ~~~ 18 December 2016
25. Free
As a child,
I could hardly wait
To grow up
And finally be free.
Little did I know
That being a child
Was as free
As I could ever be.
