A grownup child

Children is what we are

Dreams so pristine

Thoughts so divine…

Soul so serene

Love’s not just valentine!

Actions so obscene

Oh the world is just fine

To get to our dream

We cry, we whine

Pushing thirteen

We try to set our records fine

Now we’re fifteen

Friendship is our holy shrine

Close to nineteen

We get to align

Ourselves amongst the elders, seeking their sheen

Twenty is what my years now sign

Lies ahead is the unforeseen

Behind, the fully grasped plotline

And I set off in life…

With a grownup child swelling within me

And a childish grownup my wannabe.