Ashes of the Phoenix Pt. 3: The Truth About Growing Up
Until you’re two you’re an infant
Spending your days sleeping and eating
Doing nothing but discovering the world
And everything is edible and can be hurled
The days and the hours fleeting
Every day with, what you’re needed, you’re content.
From two to six you’re a toddler
The world is yours to explore
And nothing can stop you from your expeditions
Except your parents, and possibly your kin
But after a nap you carry on until you bore
And those days soon become a blur.
From six to eleven you’re a child
And you start school, make new friends
Coloring, writing, learning shapes
Running around wearing capes
Like Superman, the world never ends
You’re ready, you’re excited, and you’re riled.
From twelve to fifteen you’re a preteen
Now you’re whining and annoying
You’re a teenager (even though you’re not)
And oh yikes, oh no, he’s hot
But hanging with friends is still enjoying
Even if they’re not all keen.
From sixteen to eighteen you’re a teen
And you hate your preteen self so much
You wish you could punch them in the face
Yet you still think you’re a big disgrace
And relationships and school and such
Are still around punching you in the spleen.
Eighteen to twenty six you’re a young adult
College and a new career on the way
Maybe some dates if you have the time
Moving out into a city of grime
Even though you’d like to stay
You have to leave, that’s the result.
Twenty six to sixty you spends your years
Being an “adult” with “responsibility”
It kind of sucks, but you have kids
And slacking off is what life forbids
Plus you need to give them every possibility
Of a new life, overcoming obstacles and fears.
Finally from sixty ‘til death you’re “old”
You’re given respect for the years you’ve lived
Now you can relax, and then you realize
You can look at the world through child’s eyes
Your playful ways have been revived
And that’s the truth about growing up
so I’ve been told.