The Cookie Poem by Vera Sidhwa
The Cookie
The way my story went,
Was a happy one,
But then one day,
It happened.
My life was filled with joy.
I was like a child with a toy.
My life moved in it's own rhythm.
It moved so fast and quickly by.
But I don't know what had changed so much.
Of this kind of knowledge I don't know much.
My dream turned black, then black again.
That's the way the cookie crumbles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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