This Moment

When did we change,

From flying paper planes,

And driving wooden trains,

In those days.

And when did we grow ,

From angels in the snow,

Lots of things we didn’t know,

Of the moment.

Can you remember those days,

When we never again did play,

Our childhood wasted away,

All because ……..

Of that moment.

And when did we get older,

Our dreams got smaller,

So now, the only that’s left is……….

This anguished moment.

Haya Shyamlak

Haya Shyamlak,a young,budding,creative,poet of 7A

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