070110C changes we have to live
i was sitting listening to music
when a three knocks at my door
without hesitation i quickly open
to see a boy with bowl of sweets
with smile he offered to get some
i reach, pick one and put in my lips
i saw my self offering cup of coffee
to my dad long time ago, i remember
he would take me for a ride around town
buy me ice cream and ride a carousel
i listen to his unending epic stories
this kid play by himself, xbox & wiis
poem by Manonton Dalan
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