Reid@YWP

It started when I once was ten,

the world was nice and quiet then,

until Old Sue first moved her feet,

The village faced their fears again.

We soon would face the great defeat, 

An emerald sweep

of thin spears stretches

through the garden,

past the rough concrete

platform decorated with chairs

of red banded with white,

along the little reservoir

of spitting water,

Getting up, growing older 

younger days just blew right over 

gone in a flash, knowing I'll never gain them back 

now I'm always in a dash 

running from class to class 

When I was born I was promised the world 
But I was born into a world 
Where my parents grew up to only survive 
Where family to my mom was merely blood 
But to my father was more than life