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CHILDHOOD
#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood.
A bitter sweet childhood,
Sweet memories easy to recollect,
Bitter moments shunned from remembrance,
All part of one's childhood.
Days of frolic with friends,
One's we thought we'd lose not,
Those we thought we'd die for,
But only too young to reckon.
Days our worlds crambled
No friends to keep us on the hold,
We were young, behold,
From our childhood we've grown.
© carol
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood.
A bitter sweet childhood,
Sweet memories easy to recollect,
Bitter moments shunned from remembrance,
All part of one's childhood.
Days of frolic with friends,
One's we thought we'd lose not,
Those we thought we'd die for,
But only too young to reckon.
Days our worlds crambled
No friends to keep us on the hold,
We were young, behold,
From our childhood we've grown.
© carol
