Growing Up Poem by R.S. Farris

A high-water mark in the process of growing up
is the dread realization that the world is not
cut and dried anymore.
A child sees the world from
a tiny peephole which somehow
shuts out confusion and the the
downright messiness of the “adult” life.
It’s a pity it doesn’t last.
But eventually we have to face our first
true conflict. It is about as terrifying as waking
up one bright and sunny morning to discover that
two and two is five.