Can I Still Live To Where I Look Back?

Iya Poems

People whom I used to be my favorite when I was a child, They treat me to places I never requested but I loved, I rant and got mad when things I wanted doesn't come around I miss the alphabet charts, my mom taught me a lot, She keeps so many foods in the fridge told me she will give me one for the right answer, beat my hands to make my cursive writings right. I miss my elementary days, way back to when the rain is still predictable as well as my dad, I know he's already on his way, driving a bicycle cab with a raincoat I don't like to wear in his hand going to me, I'm ashamed, my classmates might laugh at me. As time flows in my life, too much wisdom creates a vast space for sadness in my heart, Maybe I didn't learn how to use it wisely, Now I get lonely oftentimes without knowing the roots why it's crawling up. Now I know there are beatings that aren't meant to hurt, I learned to dance the pen on a messed paper, spilled every words in right position. Now I know why I should wear that coat on, Rains are beautiful yet we should not be fooled, they sometimes become bullets while coats are bullet proofs. Now that I get older, I regret I didn't look back well to when I used to be a kid just spinning myself in happiness brought by the smallest things I don't appreciate that much now. -A.M.