Getting Older
More of chores
Less of cartoons
Getting older.
More to do.
I got a job,
Applied for scholarships.
That's when I realized
I'm not a kid.
You know you've gotten older,
When your parents want rent.
Summer vacation
Was more like summer vacant.
My future seemed blurry.
I couldn't comprehend,
My childhood was actually coming to an end.
It was time to get serious
Time to focus, make decisions.
Time to plan,
and truly understand;
I must stop holding my mother's hand.
As I look back at my younger years
I've realized what they say is true
Enjoy your kid years
Because they'll be gone soon!
I grew up,
Not exactly glowing.
I'm still learning
So I need more growing.
I drink coffee now
Didn't do that as a child.
I'm different
Not the same
All work and no play.
But that's OK.
I don't do the same things that I did
Way back when I was a kid
I'm going to college!
Going to earn my degree.
That's something my younger self
Would have never believed.
I didn't think I could
But I am.
I would have never guessed
That getting older,
It's for the best.
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