Late, But Still Changed
Three years in
Wasting time as I stare in the screen
Focusing so much for a virtual win
On my homework is nothing to be seen
One day I was brought back to reality
As I was confronted with the problem of my future
But my current status is not of glee
And it was time for me to be mature
As if rushing, I sought change
Cramming the pile I stacked for years
The feeling I felt was strange
As I caught up to my peers
Although some gaps cannot be made up
I was able to think that I've grown up
Although my change was late
To me, the change was great
This poem is about:
Me
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