I drew stick figures
things were simple
in a pencil world
mistakes were erased
you could start over
but an inchmeal awareness nagged
- the sky isn't gray, it's a liquid blue
but crayons were complicated
you couldn't erase things
mistakes were irrevocable.
and there were 148 colors in the big box
keeping them in rainbow order was work.
growing up is hard
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Webster: Inchmeal: gradual, or little by little
Is that really a current picture? You look too young to be in college, but you are beautiful!
Life is hard when yr young compared to 40-50 years ago, but you'll get there. You might have to change the crayons to watercolour or oil paint, but you can do it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good reading
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