These changes keep coming

life is not the same

as is once used to be

back when I ran and played.


Now I've got chores to do

and I have to decide

what career to pursue

for the rest of my life.


I used to not stress,

not worry, not think

about anything other

than a kid running free.


Now my thoughts just consist 

of college and jobs

no more bicycles, baseball,

or bruises that throb.


So I realized that I'm

not a kid anymore.

If I don't pull together

my whole life is done for.


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