FREE POEM

Once I was a child.

Twice I grew up.

Now It’s very dark

The time on my side.

Three times I cried.

Four times I smiled.

Now I see my mind

Sleeping. Little tired.

Once I was a teen.

Twice I was seen

With a crazy dream…

Many times I was old.

Now I seem a stone

Or a flower of Spring!

BY  Ivan de Oliveira Melo