Growing up's like a shadow;
It follows you everywhere.
It won't go away,
It'll just have to stay,
But sometimes it's too much to bear.
Sometimes it makes us so moody,
And sometimes you breakdown and cry.
You can't let it out,
though you just want to shout,
But instead you're left wondering why.
There's also some physical change,
like hairs on your legs and your arms.
You feel more mature,
Like you've opened a door,
So just brush aside any qualms.
Growing up's not always scary;
It's like an old shirt you put on -
You have to sit in it,
But when you remove it
You know that it's finally gone!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As a young boy I thought 15 years old was just the unattainable height of coolness and maturity. Then it was 18 followed by 25 which passed me by in a foreign bar in a foreign land and suddenly I was actually older. Shorter of breath and a Daddy and an Uncle and hey! It's ok. It happens, just see where it takes you, By the way - there's no map, sorry, but that's what makes it fun.