18 Years

18 years

18 years lived…
18 years gone…
He was 18 years old and he used to say “I’m a change the world”
He was 18 years old and well the world changed him...
18 years of tears later and the world changed me.
Once he was here and now he is gone 
He would have been 36
He should have been 36
36 years gone…


When will the tears stop flowing?
When will I start glowing?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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