As time passes by
We age so fast
Friends keep disappearing
For somehow, I am crying

Growtopia is not only a game
It gives people such a fame
It sets us a higher aim
Without any shame

For those people, I met
I wish you all the best
You were my vest
and I was your nest

As I end this poem
Thank you, Ancient Rome
For making Growtopia
To become an Arcadia