An Ode to Growing-ups
Jun 2, 2022
Restless nights, restless eyes,
restless back, everything’s packed.
And again, you survived, not even surprised,
nothing’s derived, just strived.
First in the morning when you woke up,
opened the window, and sipped water,
was when you chose to live one more day.
‘Twas when your body ready to breathe air again
and what fears you, you threw away.
Old people said never you not to pray.
Cause when everything’s grey there will be a way.
This is the path of yours, not late, and not a delay.
It’s still 24 hours per day.
A week is still the same,
begins with Monday,
ends with Sunday.
Originally written for one of my best friends on her birthday this year, April 27th.
