Children's Game Poem by Zyw Zywa

Children's Game



My first loves, a game:
the cool boys in the breaks
for which school was good

and in the weekends with lies
confirmed by my dear brother
evenings of fun in disco and club -

the true, my real, life
Get a berry, we're not leaving
not going to bed. The bike will wait

we stay, chatting and laughing, free
we are, because mum doesn't know
and is not worried

Wednesday, November 25, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life,lust
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Collection 'The Big Secret'
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