Don't you miss your lunch-box days? <br />And following the latest mini craze? <br />When things were as simple as summer dresses, <br />No coursework, assignments or unneeded stresses, <br />Everyone was friends and there was never an enemy, <br />Forgetting about dates and irrational chemistry, <br />You were an innocent playing at school, <br />You had the class clown, the nerd, the fool, <br />Homework consisted of simple rhyme, <br />Taking but a fraction of your time, <br />Allowing you to otherwise play, <br />During the simple, loving time of day. <br /> <br />Looking back you can now see, <br />Everything you wanted to be, <br />The typical saying of 'when you grow up', <br />And not relying on the flawed notion of luck, <br />You look back at your wishes and dreams, <br />While walking along a glistening stream, <br />Of sudden corrupted and negative thought, <br />The fear, the lies, not wanting to get caught, <br />Now that your older your beginning to see, <br />That things are not as easy as you wanted them to be, <br />There's always something blocking your way, <br />And so you leave your thoughts for another day.<br /><br />Kim Cresswell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-you-grow-up-3/
