At the end of the day, a gentle woman sings in a gentle way
Which has brought me into reminiscing, childhood memories from long ago.
I sit under the piano , on my mothers foot as she pressed on the piano pedal and sings.
Looking to what I have become now, although successful I may add
I still long for those day, so I weep trying to bring back that place where I belong
At home, anytime when the piano is played, this is the place I ought to belong.
Though successful and well achieved
I have given up my childhood and this cast called “manhood” I must wear
This burst of memory upon me. Let me weep till my heart is content.
This poem gave me a sense of sadness. When one achieves immense success in the future, you’d think and look at the past but not in a longing and desperate way. What he have given up to achieve this success might be the reason as to why growing up is not so grand. I myself can relate to this piece. At times I feel like I’m growing to fast and immersing myself in this place called the real world. I find myself longing for the care-free childhood days.
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