Wednesday, 4 January 2017


Do you remember when you were a little kid, and would really enjoy the smell of freshly lawned fields, I mean the smell of freshly cut grass? Do you remember falling in love with butterflies on sunny noons? Or ladybirds on grass tips? Do you remember those times when happiness was easily affordable to you, and in abundance? When everything made you smile? When that which doesn't make sense now, used to, and what thrills you now used to excite you?

I yearn for that little kid into my life again every single day of my life. That 'Nothing is impossible' driven joyous young man, with an ever dissatisfied curious mind and a heart spelling smiles and laughter in rich boldness. He must be somewhere, lying almost dying, and unconscious in this messed up man, knocked out by this beast they named 'Maturity'. 

Should I find him and rescue him? Or should I perhaps dance to the symphony on everyone's lips, "Grow up, mature! Be a damn man!" And let the poor boy slowly die and decay away, that I'd lose him forever?

Do you remember how everything used to make happy perfect sense to the young kid you once were back then? Do you remember? 

Yes. I do.

"Do You Remember?"
 Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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