Way Back When
we used to bake cookies
watch them rise overtime
the excitement was coming
once the oven clock chimed
the ingredients in them
was from our own two hands
which did the hard work
in front of our eyes
Now we buy boxes,
To put us at ease,
We ran out of time,
for chocolate cherries,
We get home late,
Which puts us at stake,
For no downtime,
When we wanted to bake.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
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