More Stories

They say glow up

Hurry to grow up

But I cry out slow down

I never want to leave town

My life has been grand

A dream but on land

Little did I know growing

didn't have to mean slowing

the overflow of smiles

that could truly last miles

my grandfather told me 

old people tell good stories

He promised me if I listened

I'd see the way their eyes glistened

I realized that day

There was no need for my dismay

Growing up only means

having more stories to tell

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741