Insight Not Apparent Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Changing times are here and now.
Birthdays bring that thought readily around as the music is different, beats are separated and then joined back together.
Watching all children as they talk and have secret discussions, while parents sit on the outskirts, just watching as all happenings go on right in front of them.
Clueless, no insight is apparent, somehow children grow up anyway, seemingly overnight and on their own.
Celebrating another year older, looking forward to another year of growing up, but not yet being there.