Growing Up

Girl to woman, boy to man.

This is the human span.

All these changes happen whether we like or not.

So live life and don't let it rot.

It's how we decide to live our lives,

among our experencies of trouble and strifes.

Other things we can change, that's what I say.

For we are the ones who make the nice day.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written in 2002. I have different motivations for writing this poem. My dad always taught me growing up it's not have a nice day, but make a nice day.

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