Category : Poems

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YOUNGER DAYS 

When I was much younger,

I was told everyone has that special some one,

Yet,here am I lost in this world,

All by myself ,no where else to wonder,

Only darkness and I ponder.



When I was much younger, I remeber I knew a place called home , 

Filled with memories that should have lasted much longer

Yet ,here I am living in a place filled with strangers,

All I have done is  but roam 

Not a single place I can dare to lay back with my brothers



When I was much younger, I was told  everyone has their Very own gift ,

Something they are best at,Something of wonder,

Yet,here I am, not one to account for,

Very well am a man blessed with much talent,

Yet bears no talent ,

A jack of all trade a master of none.



Wether be it in love and in affair,

in comfort and in companionship 

In art and in mastery 

It could only be easier said than done, when I was much younger.

Nellup Ason 
4/1/2025