Children with Responsibilities

I had a moment when I realized it,

My friend and I were shopping without regret.

We went into the dressing room with the curtain and closed it,

Trying on the strange clothes we giggled while doing a pirouette.

With no intent to buy the clothes we walked out,

Stomaches aching from the laughter.

In front of us stood an elder lady and that was no doubt,

What she said made me realize I was not a kid thereafter.

“It is nice to hear you laugh,” she said,

Clearly, laughter was something she lacked in her world.

Our joy was contagious and it clearly spread,

Realizing our power, our heads swirled.

We need to grow up fast is not the case,

But we were the children who have the responsibility of making the world a better place.