I sit here tonight,
And I think of the future.
Worry as I ponder what it has in hold for me.
And more importantly,
What I can make of it.
What I achieve is all down to my hard work.
And that reality is what scares me.
My only fear is failure.
And as every year passes,
That worry grows.
As when every year passes it is only a year closer.
And if I stay still,
Time wont.
And everything will pass me by.
As I look ahead,
And I see adulthood,
It is seeing that reality that life is ahead of me.
And all that has been before,
Was just a small walk,
That has taken me to this mountain to climb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is so true. A lot of people worry and are afraid of moving on and into future adulthood and this pome expresses those feelings nicely