Some kids hide in attics
some in the wooden shed outside
a hide away,
away from trouble
and leave the world aside
but when I was younger
I’d hide up on the roof
leaving them below to wonder
“Where’d he go, just ****
but, “I’m just here, aunt Molly!”
here at the top, way up high
pretending I had wings
and a little closer to the sky
peering down on people passing
writing poetry on the roof
watching the world below me changing
still high and still aloof
till that day I come down wondering
where’d all the people go?
now that I’m much the more older
I’d really like to know
Jun 5, 2021
Jun 5, 2021 at 5:39 AM UTC
Some kids hide in attics
some in the wooden shed outside
a hide away,
away from trouble
and leave the world aside
but when I was younger
I’d hide up on the roof
leaving them below to wonder
“Where’d he go, just ****
but, “I’m just here, aunt Molly!”
here at the top, way up high
pretending I had wings
and a little closer to the sky
peering down on people passing
writing poetry on the roof
watching the world below me changing
still high and still aloof
till that day I come down wondering
where’d all the people go?
now that I’m much the more older
I’d really like to know
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