One Year Older

“I am one year older,” he declares, proud. Though it is only by two weeks, he leaps For any opportunity to claim A victory over his smiling friend. The joy of childhood is still present In their laughing eyes and cheekiest grins. In the bright days of secret crushes and Sugar rushes, nothing can come between Him and her. Time can’t compete with the bond From elementary seats, or so they think. She moves away and he stays the same. What Good does growing up bring? They grow sadder, Gladder, and madder. Teenage years really Sting. While they keep in touch, they use their Friend as a crutch. Life can amount to so Much. At fifteen he leaves the world too young. Many weep, she leaks, and his mother sobs Herself to sleep. O’ why does havoc wreak? “I am one year older,” she cries out, drowned, For in this there is nothing to be proud.