it’s a sad sad sad day
in a sad sad sad world
no longer are we children
no longer in the sand we play
the sounds of laughter
echo in the halls no longer
all grown up
we can’t be as we once were
forget about things like emotions
there are no pages to write them down
bury those feelings deep
bury them into the ground
because there is no freedom
there is no creativity
it has been replaced
by attention seeking
and for profit
turning poetic tricks
wandering in strange places
should have known it would end
as all good things do
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Indeed!
For sure. Thanks for the read, friend.
Every good thing comes to an end…such is life
Nice poem…tugged at my heartstrings