I am fifteen now,
halfway to thirty.
I'm not liking the fact that, I'm halfway to thirty.
It just makes me feel old,
but the only good ting is in 3 years,
I will be 18.
In 3 years I will be 18,
moved out of my grandparents place.
I will be out of school and loving it,
no more getting up early,
and being at school for 7 hours in a half.
Fifteen, I'm able to drive with an adult,
I'm happy about that.
I love being fifteen,
yeah that means I'm getting old.
I love fifteen,
and that's what I'm going to end with.
There is a beautiful discovery that comes with age...I remember 15, as I only yesterday...and now at half a century old...I still can travel back to those days....Never fear growing older...so many are denied the privilege! Keep writing with your youthful heart...and you will always be able to be 15 again, by revisiting your poems. PEACE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Susan! If you like this one read some of the others.