Growing Up

April 30, 2014

Everyone around me is changing.

We are all aging.

Even Mary from day care.

It is the last time we share

The friendship of our pair.

It is all just a blur.

This is the last time I will see my brother,

And the last tears from my mother.

Tomorrow I leave for college,

But I wonder, do I have the courage?

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