we look down the road <br />and remember <br />all those things that used to tickle <br /> <br />we giggle and soon we wake up <br />the smiles do not serve any purpose anymore <br /> <br />the stares and silence now control us <br />we are numb<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-we-grow-up/
