Growing Up

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Growing Up

Life is like a prison,
With padded walls and bars,
There's a guard at every exit,
So I never get to far.

I try so hard just to cope,
But as time slips I lose all hope.
I grow a little every day,
And wonder when I'll have a say.

I feel my life is never fair,
When will people go away?
There's so much that I want to share,
I gain more knowledge every day.

Before I know it I am grown,
The patience shown was worth the wait.
Maybe now I'll make new friends,
Or even go out on a date!

I think my future now looks bright,
I have many goals that are in sight.
I should have known right from the start,
That all these answers...

Were in my heart.


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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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