Childhood Extinct

January 1, 2015

I look back

think about how we

all grew up too fast

used to be

playing in the rain

making paper airplanes

and coloring outside the lines

but we lost track of time

seems like a millennia

since we were kids thinking

what's yours is mine

it's not distinct in

a second we blinked

and the

old tire swings in the playground

the box of crayons on the floor

searching for fireflies

with the spirit to explore

those little kids we used to be

carefree and full of glee

have gone extinct

in the second that we blinked

Something wrong with this poem?

Replies are closed for this poem.

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.