Change Poem

In every persons life there comes a time when you realize that you are now an adult. The loss of your childhood can sometimes be painful or it can occur without you even realizing it. This poem reflects this point in my life.

My Inner Child

© Bryan P. Mix
Looking through the window
There is a small child
Sitting with his pillow
He has been there for a while

He is nervous about the room
And the place where he stands
His smile turns to gloom
When he sees my large hands

Looking deeper through the pane
To see what is wrong
Hes not sure he is sane
He has been there way to long

As I peer into the glass
This child starts to fade
Leaving no mass
And me standing in the shade


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Published: Jan 2009

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