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Growing Up
They were times...
When friends fought and separated
and again became friends
Anger expressed
and also knew to forget the 'expressed'
Dreams dared to surface -
some survived, some washed away with the receding tide
Still Happiness knew to be happy
and Sorrow knew when to mourn,
And Memory knew when to remember and forget them all.
The I was hurt and in turn did hurt
Yet time knew to heal the sore
And Waves knew to separate the chaff.
And I grow up...
The waves no longer wash away the silt
Memory no longer remembers to forget
No longer knows to draw a line
Wallowing in the muddle
Struggles to get back 'its memory'
-Of days when forgetting was as easy as remembering.
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