Friday, November 5, 2010
What It Means to Grow Up
I wish I was a little kid again.
Your close friends become your worst enemies,
lollipops turn into cigarettes,
the innocent ones turn into sluts,
homework goes in the trash,
soda becomes vodka,
kisses turn into sex.
Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground?
When protection meant wearing a helmet?
When the worst thing you could get from the opposite gender was cooties?
Dad's shoulders were the highest place on Earth and mom was your hero?
Your worst enemies were your siblings,
race issues were about who ran the fastest,
the only drug you knew was cough medicine,
the only thing that hurt you was skinned knees
and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow?
And we couldn't wait to grow up....
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
~Edgar Allan Poe