Growing up is no fun,
Before one realizes,
Grows up to
What used to be despised,
And now being resented
For being despised
For the same
That used to be despised,
And the whinings start,
For being misunderstood
Oh, why the world can’t see
What one sees,
Is the world that blind?
Growing up is
Surely no fun.
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Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.
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Growing up is no fun; maturing is better.
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Ah, spoken like a true guru.
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