Looking Back At The Childish You
Just a year gone, memories piled,
Looking back to the while,
When you had a smile
Whenever you heard my name,
Or saw my face, or whenever I came
Anywhere near you,
Or when I’d look to
The desk where you sat in middle school.
Ah, those days, when you thought I was cool,
No, the coolest boy who’s ever been,
The smartest boy you’d ever seen,
How used to smile, in your childish pleasure…
You don’t think of me now, do you,
Now you’re so mature?
This poem is written in perspective of a 16 year old boy called Ryu, for his cousin, Knzryo.