I came across my poems book… yep… hand written poems book. As a teenager I wrote very bad poems. I have written down each poem and saved the book. I don’t save up stuff… I am more the de-cluttering kind where all the old, treasured stuff becomes a part of trash every few years. And as people move out of my life stuff related to them also moves out. But this book is special. It will remain with me all my life. I am still the same kid at heart with those same feelings. Nothing has changed and that is good as well as bad.
Here is one poem which reflects my state of mind correctly:
I wish I was a kid
no cares for the world
no worries to call my own
life’s simple pleasures in abundance.
There was no need
to distinguish between rights and wrongs
just lessons to learn
and games to play.
I yearn for the detachment
that childhood offers
making things easier
feeling lucky to be born.
I want this loneliness to depart
that sometimes gets my heart down
so many friends around
and yet to none, these feeling I can own.