Growing Up
It wasn’t like climbing a ladder –
You didn’t know where you were going.
It wasn’t like racing –
Everyone had a different finish line.
It wasn’t like gazing at your watch –
You had no clue how much time was left.
It wasn’t like being in space –
There was plenty of pressure.
It wasn’t like wielding a sword –
You had no control.
It wasn’t like global warming –
It was hard to stop it.
It wasn’t like the changing of seasons –
You didn’t expect it.
Growing up wasn’t like a movie,
It wasn’t like driving a car,
And it really wasn’t like a blueprint.
Growing was like a whirlpool,
It was like falling in love,
And it was certainly like a boxing match.
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