Why grow up?

What is growing up?

When does it start? 

Did it Happen right now? 

Is it an art?

Does it happen in one day, or two, or three?

Does it start when you can walk on your own two feet?

Am I grown up? 

How will I know?

Is this just like all the TV shows?

I wonder just maybe if it's all in your head?

Can't we just stay young instead? 

 What's the rush in growing up fast?

Why don't we make our childhood's last? 

Cherish the memories even the bad?

Learn from all the mistakes that we've had?

Or is it the learning that starts it all?

Is the knowledge of life a poison to swallow? 

Is drowning in knowledge the bridge to tomorrow?

Maybe that's what changed it all 

Maybe it started with learning to crawl... 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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