Growing Pains Poem, by emilie ray, at My poetic side

The sun was out

I was nine years old

We sat on the ground,

Making daisy crowns

The clouds came in

and we were playing musical chairs

Droplets of rain started to fall

And suddenly I’m seventeen

Out comes the sun

On the playground,

Grounders

An obscurity in the sky

Now in university

Nineteen with a dream

I felt so alive to be seen

Emerging from the fog

Suddenly I’m twenty three

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