Grown Up

Grown Up short poem

Photo by colink.

All our dreams are crushed,
All our dreams are gone,
Yet here we sit and yawn.
Before we were small kids,
Playing around like pigs.
But here we are now grown,
Silently missing home.
Our bones are filled with arthritis,
And most of us are pissed.
Our hands are covered in blisters,
“Hey mom and dad,” we whisper.
Knowing that they’re dead.
We simply look ahead.

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