Living as an adult,
I miss those innocent days
When friends meant only play.
When friends meant only play,
When hearts were never broken,
And love meant no hurt.
Distance creeps with time
As we grow up as adults,
Friends are meant to drift.
Written for Haiku Horizons: "play"
I miss those innocent days
When friends meant only play.
When friends meant only play,
When hearts were never broken,
And love meant no hurt.
Distance creeps with time
As we grow up as adults,
Friends are meant to drift.
Written for Haiku Horizons: "play"
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10 comments:
Oh, for the carefree and innocent days of childhood. I enjoyed your series. :-)
You've written a good reminder of how things change as we grow up.:-)
https://alicekeysmd.wordpress.com/2015/01/28/tiny-high-heeled-shoes/
I miss those days too :(
The good old days.. nice set. :)
@Locomente
Yeah, the best of our lives.
@Payal
Thanks!
Yeah...it's never the same is it? Nice set.
@Jazzytower
Change is the only thing that is constant.
@Jazzytower
Change is the only thing that is constant.
It is sad and usually a fact, that playing is associated with kids only... they smile easily, they forgive easily and they forget easily.
Moving Words...
My take on the prompt - Perfection plays...
True. Thank you Nimi!
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