I’ve Never Been Young

A poem as a form of therapy writing

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I don’t know how

To reminisce the “good old days"

When I just have old days

The days when I wasn’t young

When my shoulders were small

And carried the weight

But not once did I feel resentment or hate.

I didn’t know any different

Or that other children were young

And carried loads that were light

And life doesn’t have to be

About struggle and fight.

Now I know different

And my child will never carry a weight

But my heart it knows resentment and it knows hate

Because I’ve never been young. And now it’s too late.