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Growing UP
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Family Life seemed to be so simple
I have a life built on a castle
Then it all started with just a pimple
When I see it, I giggled.
Something will change along the way
Mama said this happens during puberty
One day I’ll wake up to a beautiful day
To realize that I am but a fine a lady.
As I stand in front of the mirror
I moticed some strange changes occur
Straight up and down, I used to be skinny
Now I have hips that look shapely.
Why do we change when we aged?
Are we getting lost along the way?
Or is this to find ourselves?
Discover life and all its mysteries.
I liked your poem and
I liked your poem and it's innocence. Questions we all ask ourselves as we approach adolecence. Rather those changes than the changes of old age, I think. But life is full of changes on our journey through it, don't you think?
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Hi! Thank you. The cliche
Hi! Thank you. The cliche is right. Life is a journey, and as we travel, we pass in the highways of changes.