Growing up is never easy (a poem)

By E.C. Mills

Oh, gosh, these days are hard

From twizzlers to cigarettes

and from pirate tales to daily (bad) news

From a playgroud to a desk

and from scrapped knees to broken hearts

and finally, to not care.

We used to be so happy

with those unbroken smiles

We used to be so young, so wild, so free

'til the sun went down

We said goodbye

but just until tomorrow arrived

we didn't care about our grades

we couldn't made mistakes

Yes, how happy we were!

Don't wanting to get a bad

everyday was a different adventure

We were so rich back then

with no money, but lots of imagination

From converses to high heels

we change soda for Jack

stopped enjoying ice-cream

now we just count calories

From playing with street dogs

to playing with our feelings

I'm just a young poet

feeling so old inside

Our only fear was darkness

No need to think about the future

Growing up sucks

nowadays it happens too fast

but just like this poem

is something we can't help

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Escrito por mi, mas o menos algo así ronda mi cabeza pero whatever...

Growing up is never easy (a poem)

Category: Poetry

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