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When I Was Young

Life was good life, kind now life is blinded by struggle

By Marie381Uk Published 5 months ago 1 min read
By George’s Girl 2025

When I Was Young

When I was young

I laughed without checking the price

I walked streets without counting the steps

no one watched my hands

no one cared if I slept

I ate when I was hungry

not when the system allowed

I spoke and was heard

not filed, not flagged, not drowned

I had shoes with holes

and still ran like hell

because I could

because it didn’t hurt

Now I drag mornings behind me

like old bins down broken roads

I sign forms for nothing

I get numbers for help

and wait in rooms

where nothing moves but time

I was young once

it was messy, yes

but it was mine

Now I survive

I tick boxes

I nod, I wait

I struggle to stay alive

and nobody sees me fade

Take me back to those good old days

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Marie381Uk

I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️

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  • Mark Graham5 months ago

    I think we all think this way from time to time.

  • Calvin London5 months ago

    Sad but true, Marie

  • Lana V Lynx5 months ago

    This is heartbreaking. So many people of advanced age feel lonely and are neglected in the modern world.

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