Growing up/Growing older

I once thought that adulthood

Was the completion of a journey,

Destination achieved,

Life done,

Now it seems that it’s just part of a larger path just begun.

Being eighteen is only a part,

Twenty-one, even thirty

It’s still just the start.

With each year you live you grow older it’s true,

And your children grow up

At the same pace as you.

From infant to adult

Takes a scant few years,

From crying to talking with screams and with tears.

First steps, running, jumping and hops,

The pace of the future never stops.

And so, when I look forward, I see you and I

Growing older together

Until one day, we die.

A poem exploring some key themes I’m very interested in. Bit of a WIP right now!


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