Longing Poem by Radi Junior

Longing



Eight to eleven year-olds
Have magic
Untainted charm
I long thee

I jog back
Away from your doorsteps
Along the dusty road
I taste my dusty teeth.

You grow up
So does the man in my mirror
But not me
I refuse!

I long thee.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 24 October 2015

Along the dusty road of life. Nice work.

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Radi Junior

Radi Junior

Dhaka, Bangladesh
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