What happen to yesterday.

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I miss my innerchild. I rember the exact day I grew up It was the day I had my son.

What happen to yesterday.

Where did you go and why have you went.

Was it because of time or is every thing happen as ment.

I use to love you we could be bored for hours on end.

But we were still happy playing in the dirt where have you gone my friend.

Did you want to leave me or did you have to go.

Was it time I simply dont know.

I looked up and then down.

But my friend had left without a sound.

He left with out a good by without a wave.

I lost this friend befoore I could shave.

Before I had a job Before I had kids of my own.

I lost my friend in the boyschool home.

He use to make me laugh at words like fart.

He use to have other thing like crayons on his mind and god in his heart.

Oh his faith you could not waiver, and his courage you could not brake

He would take risk and he never liked stake.

I am different from my friend today.

That's becuse my friend is me.

No im not trying to play.

My friend is my innerchild I lost you see?


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sincere commented on What happen to yesterday.

09-02-2009

I feel you on this one, especially the part about having to grow up once your child was born. Good read!

rougepriest commented on What happen to yesterday.

09-02-2009

cool concept joe spelling is bad all over the place and put it into four line stanzas and proof read it, i lliked it though tells a good story of lost youth can tell your heart was in it so just clean it up so it can be as good as you intended

Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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