Grow

The days when I was young
A little younger than now,
I remember with a tinge of nostalgia and bucketful of innocence.
My brain was fistful, my own fists tiny rocks
One rock beating in my chest.
Now that I look back, I realise at each point
There has been a sweet child,
A hopeful youth,
A boy in love, an angry uncle
A grandmother with her ears of wisdom
And teeth falling off all people.
Humanity as a sea has been flowing since a point in time
Till this where we have joined the flow.
My mom tells me to go with the flow-
This aging tide of consciousness
As I grow and grow and grow.

~insight07

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