What would you be when you grow up?
a question even the middle aged should ask.

Grow to where? I am grown… Really?
If you never allow the kid in you to die
that question will ring in your head
probably even on the day you die.
What would you be when you grow up?

Age is a symbol. Right but just a symbol;
of what you want it to be.
Never to lose that wonder,
that will make you into something new tomorrow,
when you grow up… so…
What would you be when you grow up?

Categories: Poetry

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