Ending

My leavers ball is today o.o

Nearly time

to close the book
mark the page
for when I want 
a second look

Saying goodbye 

to this time

and embracing,

preparing

to face the next step.

Growing up
older,
certainly
wiser
maybe
maturer,
not so sure. 


I suppose 
we'll dance
our cares away. 

When I Was Your Age

Think I mentioned my idea for this a few posts ago? I got it yesterday =]

But not writing a poem about it because the seems silly xD 

When I was your age

I wasn't like that, right? 

I was older when I did that

and that 

most definitely that

Or maybe they're not the ones

growing up too quickly

I am.

And as the technology increases

so does the ageing process

leaving us reeling 

and trying 

to keep a firm grasp 

on our own reality

and look back fondly

on the fantasy 

of when we were that age. 

Pass On the Luggage of Growing Up

The age of innocence 
has gone
and what's coming next
it feels, almost wrong


I'll be passed responsibility
and let go of recklessness 
and end up trudging 
under its weight 


Not so much the worries of age
but the worries
of what comes
as I accumulate more of it
and what I have to give up.