Growing Up Poem by Duy Bui

Growing Up



I was sure I knew sufferings
My journeys, never infinite
A carpet lay, if one not stray
Swell of days, be on their way

Devote makes it right, so they told
My world is, but a tiny ball
Give my eyes, always to the wise
Until when I heard her cry.

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Subbaraman N V 05 April 2008

Short and sweet! Thanks.

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Portsmouth NH
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