I am.

I am 5,

My playground is

An open field

To me

it is full of animals

And buildings.

To you,

Young adult,

It is full of weeds and grass.

 

I am now 7,

That field is my battleground

My brother beside me

Yelling commands like a madman

Of soon to blow grenades.

The grass is tall a skyscraper

and perfect for comfort.  

 

I am now the 16

My license is my ticket.

I can go anywhere

my tank will allow.

Friends all around

And food on the floors.

My car is my life.

 

I am now 18,

Life is really tough,

I am now on my own.

I have these bills,

An apartment and car.

That field,

It is full of weeds and grass.

I see no animals,

I see no war,

I see empty space

For a child to explore.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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