Grown

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Written by the50yearoldpoet

Sleep easy
my pride and joy.

I sometimes forget
that you are just a boy.

The weight you carry
on your shoulders

is something I wish
I could get hold of.

To carry it for you
for a while

so you might find it
fun to be alive.

Instead of worrying
about the smallest thing

and wondering what trouble
tomorrow might bring.

Just remember
that you are never alone

for I will still be with you
when you are grown.

boy in brown hoodie carrying red backpack while walking on dirt road near tall trees
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