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At five years old, starting out in kindergarten
I went to school with my favorite best friends
Girls and boys I’d known as my local hearten
The ones I loved so I had no need for amends

We lived on a farm that was above the school
And my grandfather often drove me there, too
It was there that I learned to follow each rule
Where I simply knew the good ways that I grew

It just so happened, that our family had to move
So into town I went where I found a new school
At this new school I found very few to approve
The kids there were all about being so very cruel

After trying to know these new boys and girls 
I finally realized that I was much better off alone
My past friendships had been such true pearls
That this new place begin to feel like I was grown

Somewhere amid the moving of my life to town
I discovered that I had lost the child who had been
She was alive inside, still wishing she wasn’t down
But there weren’t any new friends she could win

As the years passed by, my books got me through
But when I finally did find friends again in high school
They were wild and willful; the rebels were my crew
With these rougher crowd I was so sure I was cool

It would be years before I could finally look back
And see that the move away from our old farm
Led me to a loss that would haunt me with black
A world that was filled with loneliness and harm

When I see my old friends from those old days, long ago
I remember them with a sweetness that fills me up
They were the first relationships filled with love, although
The years that came later would teach me to standup

The moral of the story is that children feel the effects
Of loss, moves, divorce and other grown up decisions
If I could change it all, I don’t know what happens next
But I do know that love would be kinder with provisions

So if I could change one moment in my lifetime
It would be the day I moved away from that farm
Where I was so loved and known by that time
That I was content with my life that was such a charm



October 5, 2019
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