Dear, Childhood

January 12, 2018

Dear Childhood,

I am sorry to see you go old friend,

I dare say we've been through a lot.

You kept me company through till your end.

Into trouble you got me more often than not.

No more will I play all my cares away

Or spend all my money on toys

For now I worry day after day

And mourn the simplest joys.

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