Treasure Island

Sophia White

('90 / America)

All Children Must Grow Up


All children must grow up. Even me.
What point there is in this I cannot see.
I was happier then, and so very free.

Days suddenly turn into years.
Smiles cruelly disappear in tears.
Derring do crumbles before new fears.

The past is soon forgotten in light
Of sudden bills and the lonely fight
To live and not be eaten by the night.

Kind and wild forests sadly turn
Into wasted deserts that burn
With too much sun. I yearn.

All children must grow up. Even me.
What point there is in this I cannot see.
This cannot be what life was meant to be.

Submitted: Friday, July 06, 2007
Edited: Saturday, March 19, 2011
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