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Childhood to Adulthood
As the wheels move, I reminisce,
About tiny raindrops racing by window panes;
And about the petrichor of the first rains of July,
As the dust from the roads fly;
I remember the many I knew,
And the less I know of now,
And the many who left ;
The road I had to walk on.
As the bus rumbles and
The driver gives a cough,
I remember how whistles were blown
By boys of ten through toffee wrappers,
On my eleventh birthday
As I see the familiar huge buildings,
Yellowed and dulled with age
I remember how quietly,
I used to merge with the walls;
Of the rooms where unfamiliar families gathered,
They are unfamiliar even today (by the way)
I remember as I see,
The garbage bins turned over
How that quiet seeped into my bones,
And the noises of the happy screams;
Faded away into the mist,
Of the years I grew up.
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