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Turning Time

Some things in life never change
Though I am older, I am the same
Thinking back to my schoolyard days
Turning time to the familiar ways

So shy I was and a bit unsure
A crime for young to be insecure
Afraid to even show a simple smile
Yet eager to be happy all the while

Consumed I became in the book
Passing no one a second look
The written word, my truest friend
It became my saviour in the end

A pity that some things never change
Yet a blessing found in what remains
For within my words I found my voice
When insecurity left no other choice

~THE FLOWING PEN~
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Turning Time