When I was a child I wanted to be old
.Now I am old I miss being a child.
I ran to the future Escaping the past.
Now I regret that I ran so fast.
Money was made, marriage and kids
No time to sit and take it all in.
Rushing to shops, rushing to work
I didn't stop to look around
No time to for parents growing old.
No time to sit and hold their hands.
Now I am old and I look around.
My children and grown
With no time for me.
Oh that’s so sad!
I'm so pleased you enjoyed the poem.
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