When I was young,
A wise man said to me,
"How fair the flowers to the young, How fair the spring and summer,
How fair the sweetness and the pain Of growing up."
Yet I laughed and said to him,
"Oh to be grown and wise and free,
To know a life that's ours alone,
None to dictate or scold or keep,
None to rule over our heart's desires.
How many summers passed since then!
And now that I am grown and wise and free,
I miss the sweetness of the chains that bound me,
Only with love.
Gloria Caballero Gay
Copyright 2009
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I loved your poem. My father and I were, unfortunately,not close . I was born out of wed-lock and he always thought that I was not his kid. Even though I was the oldest and first born, I don't remember ever feeling that the man loved me. Gradually over the years I have had to forgive him and I cried when he passed away. Nuff 'bout me... I wish you the best and continued success! Feel free to visit my site
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~Nikki~
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