Gangly kids tumble from the bus
Pushed forward by those giant packs
Drooping heavily on their backs,
Chatting with so much to discuss.
Stopped, I recall when this was us.
Tall sisters leaving backseat friends
‘Til morning, planning how to spend
Time until then, bike rides to take,
Which books to read, tree forts to make.
Red lights stop, adult life transcends.
(A Decima Poem)