Sara's Poetry - "Things Passed"

sometimes as I walk
                  through my day
I find myself kicking past
                               the crumpled pages
                                                       of old and obsolete

              hopes and dreams
shuffling through
            piles of dead futures
                       that were never really
                                                            meant to be.

every now and then
         I stop
                   and pick one up

smooth out the wrinkles
                  and remember how it felt
to want that
                        or long for this.

                            But I've grown up
                 and grown past
and don't really miss
               them anymore.

I just wonder
         as I watch my son carry around
all of his possibilities
                     which ones will be discarded
and will he look back at them
                                                fondly...

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	Things Passed
	sometimes as I walk through my day I find myself kicking past the crumpled pages of old and obsolete hopes and dreams shuffling through piles of dead futures that were never really meant to be. every now and then I stop and pick one up smooth out the wrinkles and remember how it felt to want that or long for this. But I've grown up and grown past and don't really miss them anymore. I just wonder as I watch my son carry around all of his possibilities which ones will be discarded and will he look back at them fondly...
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