Coming of Age
COMING OF AGE
I wish I could go back.
Back to the kickball games,
The sidewalk chalk drawings,
And playing until the street lights came on.
I wish I could go back.
Back to when my biggest worry in the world,
was if I was going to get to play outside after school.
When my biggest problem was school because
I couldn’t figure out how to write in cursive.
I wish I could go back.
Because now I’m to old for kickball,
the sidewalks are just for walking,
and no one has time to play outside anymore.
I wish I could go back.
Because now my biggest worries are college
and how I am going to pay my bills.
School just seems never ending and every day
in every class seems impossible.
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