Singing in circles,
Writing down spirals-
When did I learn to draw?
Somewhere along the lines of life,
My words became pictures.
Now, how did that happen?
Everyone around me claims it to be maturity,
But I somehow doubt that is the case.
After all,
I'm the very same girl that still spins in circles down the hallways in school.
I choose not to help it-
It's so much fun.
At some point during these years,
My voice changed from a little kids to a woman's.
I can actually hit those high notes now!
But it makes me sad,
Because I can't sing any of my old songs anymore.
Perhaps there is a name for this-
Nostalgia?
Growing up,
Growing old...
Tell me,
What is it that ever changes?
Author notes
Just how I feel sometimes.
A contest entry
- A CALL TO WRITE FOR ALL WILLING TO ANSWER!!! by Artistic-Soul.
475 points, ended November 9, 2007, 16 entries
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Comments
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i almost want to chuckle at the childish refusal to accept having grown up
oh the heck with it its so much more fun not to grow up lol this is good i really enjoyed it i have a friend who could be very well described by this poem
thanx for the entry
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