lessons
He leaves with just a backpack
Filled to the brim
With hopes and dreams
He never looks back
Won’t miss what has been,
To many new lesson to learn
To many better memorise to conceive
Just travelling through life,
He was a dream ,
And as he goes
He smiles for what tomorrow brings,
Reminds me that I’ve only just started living
Tommy Carroll
Thu 20th Nov 2014 01:51
"just passing through" the hub of poetry. Hi Emmy. Tommy