A Short Poem On Growing Up
With a toy truck in one hand
And popsicle in another
Watching Shaggy tremble behind Scooby
Or Dexter invent in his laboratory
When miracles were everywhere and magic in everything
It was the innocent phase — Life was all about believing.
Then inch by inch, day by day as we grew
The magic and miracles withdrew
The uncertainties showed up
The responsibilites crept in
And a bone deep realisation that childhood
Is a - Luxury arose deep within.
Is growing up actually that bad?
They say, do not grow up its a trap
I say, growing up gives me the freedom
To knock down the things that give me trouble
Live the dreams that always in my mind rumbled
From childhood to youth to adulthood
Is a transition of the different seasons
Of exploring the treasures that life rolls out for a reason
Lets keep livin’ it
For magical and miraculous it yet is.
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