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