Happy and mischievous being a child, Suitcase of memories, we build. But little by little life grows up,grows old, Running behind dreams,to shine like gold.
Careless doll burns up to be elegant, Sayn’ Do for what you are meant. Living with those stories that are untold, Unbuying lies that you have been sold. Taking pride so high,that will never get fold, Never letting anyone break her mould.
She is growing up,growing bold Load of responsibilities she hold..!
Thank you for submitting this lyrical poem with me and submitting it for consideration as Featured Poem of the Week. You have some lovely lines in this short poem, that make it both meaningful and relatable. I wish you a happy day, Susan
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