Today is a day of maturity... <br />of growing up and finally realizing <br />that sometimes you <br />have to do <br />things that you don't want to. <br />You've got to confront <br />the evil trying, desperately, <br />to bring you down. <br /> <br />Then, other times, <br />you get distracted, <br />and resort backt o your old ways <br />of evesdropping <br />and listening in to others. <br />A conversation about tits <br />fills the room... <br />concerning children <br />and former sex symbols. <br />Maturity is lost, <br />and you have to let go... <br />and learn to laugh <br />at the simple pleasures. <br /> <br />Maybe maturity <br />just isn't for me.<br /><br />Samantha Bursich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/maturity-2/
