I Left Home
i left home,
left my childhood
got taken out with the rubbish
got taken away
i search the council rubbish tip
but the birds had come to stay
i left home,
i called my childhood
but there was no dialling tone
and my favourite sweetheart
was not at home
i left home,
i caught the bus
and made my way into town
i left my childhood,
waiting at the bus stop
it did not follow me
but you know…
it leaves me free
James Garratt 0 Sunday 30th September 2001
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I Left Home – Written Sunday 30th September 2001 (Aged 26)

This poem about leaving childhood resonated with me.
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Thank you for the comment. Glad you found something in it.
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