A change in time
Words flew by me as the adults talked.
Never was I able to understand their meanings and yet there I was,
observing as they laughed and not quite understanding what had been so funny.
With my age came the change,
a gradual conceptual shift in time,
in the reality of the present moment.
As I grew older those words they spoke became clear.
I could see the truth now, as if my eyes had been fogged over,
and my mind finally able to make those connections I once could not make.
Soon the adults talked to me instead of around me.
They shared their two-cents, including me in their alluding words.
The words alluding only to what an adult would comprehend,
finally proving that I was no longer a child.
Showing that I had enough experience in my world,
suggesting it was time I moved into theirs.