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My Development When I was new, I sang and I drew. I grew to be shy as the years went by. And finally grown, I had style and tone. Years wore me down, and green turned to brown. Then the future burned brighter; my soul felt lighter. Now that I’m older, I feel so much bolder And mean what I say and write poems all day. ~ ~ ~ 7 lines Poet’s Place Café prompt: Write a poem about the concept of "progress." (11.09.21) |