Someday, I'll grow old
It happens to us all
Or so I'm told
We start so yound and innocent
And keep on growing
Till our lives are spent
Someday, I'll grow old
But till then my dreams sit
Just collecting mold
Shelved somewhere high and dusty
They start to ferment
Till they're sour and musty
Someday, I'll grow old
Unless I find a reason
To keep an iron hold
On the things that keep me going
And I don't hesitate
To start on growing
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The Poetry Journal Of a 16 year old Girl
PoetryA selection of several poems that I wrote and enjoyed writing whenever I'm bored or faced with a life problem. Hopefully more poems to come!
