Treasure Island

Eloida Capuno


Growing Old


Watching the tiny
one year old playing
with her toes
I am amazed at
the innocence
at the simple joy
And i wished I was
back then
a tiny tot
without the load
of growing old.

Submitted: Sunday, July 28, 2013
Edited: Sunday, July 28, 2013

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