Life hits you like a bolt to a tree,
it marks you in ways all see.
Pain it brings forth may be a depressant,
but the glory of love is effervescant!
Flowers will fade, seasons slide passed.
What will you do when questions are asked?
Growing, changing, thinking as life goes
molding, forming, flaming where it shows.
Adolescence is a funny little phase,
dreams turn to jobs and roofs to raise,
there is little glory many times no praise.
One reads themself like a new novel
not to give in or grovel.
Aspirations give way to reality,
and all through that keep a bright personality.
From up and down, curse to worse,
one last crawling verse,
my first love of theater made me want to be a nurse.