Growing Tough
From Boy to Man
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2 min readNov 28, 2023
Someone holds my hands
Growing up is tough for me
Hold me close and tight
.
Through the dark cold nights
Anxious and lost all the time
In this confused world
For many seasons to come
Wish to grow up much faster
.
The days are too long
I need to find my own way
To get through each day
A Hataciku poem consists of 65 syllables written in 3 stanzas as 11 lines of phrase arranged in the pattern sequence of 5–7–5–5–7–5–7–7–5–7–5 = 65 syllables. Invented by the Author.
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