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
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