It hurts so much

to grow up fast,

realizing childhood

could not last.

Unchain myself

from memories,

of aimless days,

sweet melodies.

It stings so much

to open eyes,

engulfed in chores

with no surprise.

Grown bitterness

of a routine,

no lingered songs

in harmony.

Your life becomes

required lists,

a pointless chase,

you must persist.

Racing against

a time now gone,

only know rest

after you yawn.

It feels so good

to live carefree,

erase visions

of what should be.

Be grateful for

the people near,

so heart felt laughs

can reappear.

Be glad that you

still have today,

knowing that life

can always change.

See yesterday

as needed steps,

since lessons learned

bring great effects.

By Grace Y. Estevez 

From: United States

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