Just a while ago I was a little girl;
Now I feel grown up.
It happened in a spurt of time;
I couldn’t sense the onset of an epoch.
Childhood Innocence showcases as wisdom;
Echo’s of laughter coveted,
Carelessness, a sign of ignorance;
And those entire pranks seem puerile.
Frisky movements into elegant stance;
Emotions stand poised.
Fairy tales now termed surreal,
Practicality is ‘the art of living’.
Mistakes no longer easily forgiven;
Perfection is framed as 6/6 vision.
Certainty is out of notion;
‘24*7 work’! Duh..a stylish living.
Candidness is out rightly rejected
Diplomacy begets accolades.
Happiness cannot be travelled to
Don’t know why, sorrows seem so endless.
I used to live to see myself grow up
And now when I do, I feel it was better to be little.
Tall I’ve grown but I don’t feel tall
What an irony of the situation!!!
Someone correctly said.."U will never know when u grew up but as you do you will always know the difference."
