| "Growing up" |
| Lying on my bed in peace, On fresly laundered sheets, so white, The colors brightly contrasting, My deep and terryfing plight. I hug my tiger to myself, The days oh so long passed, When stuffed animals were my joy and life, And even the memories will not last. A silent tear streams down my face, As I worry about what shall be, The endless smiles and mirth of innocence, Again I shall never see. The sense of safety I have known, The support of others always there, Will fall away as time grows old, Till I alone shall have the weight to bear. The careless times of toys and games, Shall all sink blindly to the past, Responsibilities for just myself, Shall steadily rise up, just as fast. I clutch it all so close to me, Not wanting to let it go, The happy moments of my life, Of childhood that will never again show. |