Growing up is hard to do..

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A poem about growing up.

Submitted: March 30, 2013

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Growing up is hard to do.

I used to play and nothing more at the ago of two.

Dolls and crayons were all I needed.

I dont wanna go to sleep mom, I pleaded.

 

Growing up is hard to do.

I just turned thirteen and I haven't a clue.

My hair is a mess and I have bad acne too.

Sometimes I think my life is a zoo.

 

Growing up is hard to do.

There's this boy I'm trying to woo.

His hair is brown and his eyes are bermuda blue.

My friend keeps telling me "he's just not that into you".

 

Growing up is hard to do.

I just graduated and I'm out of highschool.

Somehow I managed to pull through.

I still have yet to think of what I want to pursue.

 

Growing up is hard to do.

I am now a chef  at my restaurant 'Giant Timber Bamboo'.

Remember that boy whom I mentioned before?

We're married now with a family of four.

 

Growing up is hard to do.

My hair is brittle and grey, I can barely chew.

Life was a battle that I pushed through.

Now it's time to say, "adieu".


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