Being An Adult Is Fun

Being an Adult is Fun When I was younger, but a tot I couldn’t wait till I grew up I wanted desperately to know How to determine right from wrong I had in me a great desire To dress up and fulfill my dream To turn on and off the fire As fast as I could scheme But, now that I’ve become of age I sit and wonder what became Of the young and innocent and pure at heart Who only wanted but to grow up? I realize that I have now A full and heavy load to plow My memories in bliss And the youth that I did miss Yes being and adult is fun But nothing, nothing compares to being young By: Nena Enriquez