Marks on the Door Jamb

In my life, I was short, and I was small,
But I’ve since become rather large, and tall.
And so, many concepts that I had known
With me, they have become shrunken, or grown.
Vivid memories of yesterdays past;
It seems today that they no longer last.
Or worries of my succeeding in life:
When I was a child, I knew not such strife.
Only when trying to leave my abyss
Will I yet see that ignorance is bliss.
Smaller becomes bigger, big begets small,
All this has happened, I’ve just gotten tall.

One thought on “Marks on the Door Jamb

  1. This is such a lovely poem. Sometimes we feel like nothing has changed, and yet. So much has.

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