#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
Like a snail clings to its leaf,
I will never forget when,
I will come home from school,
And fling myself on my bed,
I was so stubborn,
What is on my mind,
Is always food and phone,
I was so lonely,
I grew up,
My youths were business men and women,
But I was still sitting on my couch,
Slurping my coffee and croissants,
Then one day I realised,
I need to get a life,
Well, look at me now..