I remember when I was 8 or 9,
or maybe even younger...
I thought I couldn't wait to grow up.

I wanted to be grown up then, not later.
I thought that would take care of all my troubles.
I thought that if I were grown up,
then I wouldn't be yelled at any more,
or picked on,
and that I could do whatever I wanted.

I didn't know that one day,
when I would be all grown up,
that I would look back in my memories
and long for the days when I was 8 or 9,
or maybe even younger...

Tweet

Comments on this poem/writing:

Click here to read other Poems by Shiloh

Copyright©2017-1999 by Rebecca R. Hammack

COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved.   No part of this website, including all pictures and written words,  may be reproduced or copied in any manner from this website without  permission of the original author of the work.  All poetry and pictures herein remain the sole property of the original author and/or copyright owner.  All poetry on this website has been submitted by the original author of the work. To contact any author of the work please e-mail: dreamer@dreamersreality.com  so the proper person may be notified.