From Playing to Scrolling

My friend calls and asks my mom if I can play

"Please, please mom, what do you say?"

"Yes, as long as you play outside"

"I cannot wait", I yell with my eyes wide

We run and play and talk about what it will be like to grow up

"We can do whatever we want, we will play right when we wake up"

Years pass and my friend texts me to hang out

I've been sitting on my couch all day like I am in a hideout

When she comes over, all we do is scroll through our phones

Growing up sucks, if only we would have known

This poem is about: 
Our world


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