Growing Pains
Strange it is
To look back
At your previous younger years
See the person you have slowly become
Seldom done
Rare events bring about a compulsion
To reminisce
There is no bitter sweet
Merely an acceptance
There is no regret
Merely mistakes been
And forgotten
Harshly learned cliché lessons of life
Teenage tears, whose causes seem all so trivial
I wake and wonder
Who I am growing to be
Realising that with all this changing we go through
As we get older
It is truly possible to be born
An apple and die an orange
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