Growing Up

Growing up is fun at first,
when you’re little you
measure how tall you’re getting,
how smart you’re
becoming & realize soon
enough you’ll be the conductor
of your own life–

you rush your days saying
“grown-up” phrases
doing “grown -up” things, &
ignore the comments that
youth are a person’s best days

but gradually
the bills stack a little higher on the
kitchen table, your morning
coffee isn’t enough to
sustain you throughout the day
and all your time
has come and go

and when grown-up is what you
have to be,
you finally appreciate
what it meant to
contain the innocence of
a child.

Published author, poet, and editor. Writing to inform, editing to improve, creating to inspire change.

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