A childhood memoir of life before polio, and immediately after, and my magical childhood adventures in and out of a wheelchair
Conclusion - Childhood Ends
All the best stuff happens when you're alone with yourself. Not apart, but alone. Yet you are never alone… always a part of something and that something is the all of it, the essence of it. All the sadness, joy and pain rolled up into one; but then you know that…don't you?
CHILDHOODS' END
When a golden day
Goes on for infinity
And you don't
Count the seconds
Nor care for tomorrow.
When skipping
Becomes obsolete
And hop-scotch
A thing of the past,
A child then
Stands still
In its innocence
And the dark clouds
Of responsibility begins
(And all that that entails)
THEN CHILDHOOD ENDS
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