steemitPoetryContest #10+ "PRISTINE BOYHOOD"

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We scamper in innocence;devoid of turbulence,
We cluster in love, holding one another like a gregarious dove,
We converse in harmony, everything was pristine,
Now i grow, hoping to live again as a child.

We grow without crow nor raised brow,
Without expectancy bur gripped with innocence,
With melancholic hindsight but renewed foresight,
A new dawn... I have grown up.

Grown we have become, responsibility trailing behind,
Reduce i want of age to savour my young age,
Miss you never of your boyhood in your neighbourhood,
Growth, an indispensable part of human life.
This is my entry to @terrycraft's poetry contest with the theme, "Growth"