Little boy that was
Now looks into the mirror
Little boy once graced
No longer filled with youth
But now an old mans face
Little boy that was
Years stole without a trace
Now of which have gone
Whisked at a blinding pace
Little boy that was
Is now a full grown man
Little boy that was
no longer plays pretend
Little boy that was
Is still inside this man
Little boy that was
Holds onto his hand
Although the years have gone
This man appears as old
Little boy that was
Lives deep within his soul
NeverTooOld
6 comments:
beautiful poetry and beautiful granddaughter! Thanks for stopping by my blog!!!
Hi Kate!! Thanks sooo much for the kind comments on both G-dot and poems. Was my pleasure and I've jumped aboard your blog as well and will check back frequently to see what you're up to. Have a great summer!
Beautiful words. You are SOoooooo good.
Thank you very much Music, but I think "so good" is a little strong, but rather as I am. Your comment is greatly appreciated, equally your visit.
beautiful!
Hi CreatiKnit,
Well, now you see why I'm such a trouble maker, HA!! It's that lil boy, not me, teeeheee!!
Thank You soooo much! :O)
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