When I Knew That I Grew

When the colors in your tie-dye start to fade

There’s no magic in the Christmas Day Parade

No more sitting under oak trees for the shade

You can bet that your adult bed has been made

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When I first broke my spine

I didn’t really whine

But once I broke it again

I felt I couldn’t win

Two tiny fractures

Became two giant factors

Limited my function

And promised no conjunction

But soon I found friends

And that sort of mends

The cracks in the brain

Sorrow began to drain

But school draws to an end

And money I must spend

But my pockets just have lent

My two cents are long past spent

Stress begins to build

As quotas must be filled

Again your brain, it cracks

From the joy it now lacks

When there’s no more room to grow

That’s when you finally know

That Death is at your door

And childhood is no more

…

When the colors in your tie-dye start to fade

There’s no magic in the Christmas Day Parade

No more sitting under oak trees for the shade

You can bet that your adult bed has been made