Notes About The Poem
Don't give up trying. Just work with what you have.
Betwixt and Between
When I was a girl it seemed time took much longer,
To pass by and let me be older not younger.
It seemed all the good things were far in the future,
And I feared in the waiting I'd slip into a stupor.
I was too young for most things and too old for the rest.
I was stuck in the middle, an unwanted guest;
Searching in vain for the place I belonged;
Awaiting my prince to come sing me his song,
Sweep me up in his arms and then whisk me away,
To a life filled with gladness as fairytales say;
But life is no fairytale it's business at hand,
If you want to survive then get with the plan.
We have to grow up, take the bull by the horns;
For life's what you make it, you have been forewarned.
My life is much better in some ways it seems.
Though I must admit it's not like my dreams.
I've learned from experience when less than enchanted,
I'm happier when trying to bloom where I'm planted.
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2021
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