Zimshall Poetry Page

I long for the past
If I entertain the notion
I'm caught up in my thoughts
Overcome by my emotion

I feel such a sadness
When life overwhelms me
I long for a simpler time
When my mind was at ease

When I could believe
That all I had to do
Was picture in my head
Things to look forward to

I was so positive then
But I was very naive
Never had to worry
What it meant to grieve

I knew time would pass
Whether it felt fast or slow
The pace didn't matter
I knew I had to grow

Searching for direction
It becomes a give and take
Using what works best
And learning from mistakes

Then one day you realize
You're no longer small
The child you use to be
Isn't there at all

And if you look back
To see where you've been
How one door would close
And you'd start over again

Can you recall the day
When you were on your own
The day you realized
You learned to be alone

You had to be responsible
To find meaning each day
No one to hold your hand
No one could pave your way

Your parents set in motion
A direction they thought best
Until they felt it was time
For you to do the rest

It quickly came upon you
Before anything else
Making your own decisions
Depending on yourself

I miss my Mom and Dad
They way we use to be
When I was a child
And they took care of me

They made me feel so loved
Made sure I was safe
Made sure my needs were met
Whatever it would take

I sure miss those days
When I didn't worry
About growing up
I was in no hurry

Your parents gave you life
Loved you with all their heart
Hoped you learned from
The lessons you were taught

They prepared you for the day
That came no matter what
Their most important job was
To make sure you grew up

We all become adults
But that still doesn't mean
I don't long for the day
When they took care of me

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