Writing this poem as a 16 year old brings back memories. I did have a lot of growing up to do at that age, but I believe that even then I had a good head on my shoulders. This poem shows hints of wisdom starting to spark. I was working at Rickwood Caverns State Park at the time, learning the life lesson that time is money (and at that time it was not much..haha). I was not a little girl anymore. I had responsibilities and I had come to the realization that I would be graduating high school in the next couple of years.
Isn't it crazy how everyone acts like graduating high school is a time to fly? HA. What a false freedom. It is the opposite. As my amazing high school math teacher Mr. Arnold would say, "With freedom comes responsibility." O I never realized just how wise he was at 16. I smile when I think of all the lessons I learned from a white haired man who loved numbers. <3
Time flies by,
Seconds are passing at this very moment,
and the next.
No need to try and stop it,
I've tried and cried,
But no matter how many tears I waste,
Time keeps going.
I've finally learned to accept it.
It is hard for me,
I am really growing up,
Getting ready to be a member of the real world.
To open doors to my dreams.
Right now I'm changing in so many ways,
So is the rest of my generation,
Now is the time for me to get my priorities right,
be someone to lean on,
Realize when a person is fake and a person is sincere,
Just grow up.