Growing up is hell, or so it's told, <br /> but, it never leaves that we are growing older, <br /> through the years of setting suns, <br /> well past the journeys of our loved ones, <br /> we tend to lose ourselves in life, <br /> and grow less bold. <br /> <br /> You aren't the person that she met, <br /> that fateful night, - - - you never were, <br /> she never knew the man she chose to love, <br /> she merely took you as she saw you, <br /> she tried to change you into what she saw, <br /> then dropped you when you didn't measure up. <br /> <br /> As it happens, that's a kind of education, <br /> as it turns out, it seems that you're a teacher too, <br /> it is no wonder that you're timid, <br /> and want to climb into a shell, <br /> as the teacher, that's O.K. - - - <br /> as the pupil - - - life is hell! <br /> <br /> Tomorrow is the only thing that's left, <br /> take the lessons from your past, <br /> and apply them to your future, <br /> for even growing up can never last.<br /><br />Barry Van Allen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/growing-up-25/
