There are some rooms from childhood
That I still freely roam;
Though to some, the doors are locked-
And they are not quite whole.
And some find freedom in the world,
And some are prisoned, in it-
And some escape it's dreadful lock
To where, they first begin it.
Love the metaphor....some childhood memories should be kept behind locked doors! Clear, crisp and true!
this is a nice very nice poem as it is well crafted and well written, thanks for sharing, please read my poems
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh Patti, I like this. The idea of rooms of childhood - wonderful.