Vivid Poetry

Poetry 9# (As I Get Older)

Now a days I wake up in the morning,
For another day to face and mourning for the day that I'll feel happiness again.
The more older I get,
The more I see it only matters what you have in your bank.
The more older I get,
The more I see it only matters that business comes first before staff members.
The more older I get,
The more I see it's all about money for business, for people to not be broke and be homeless.
People stressing for money in this world,
But money doesn't bring happiness.
The more older I get,
The more I let pain take it's toll of me.
The more older I get,
The more I let my conditions take over me.

Remember the days when you would lay in your bedroom,
Playing with your dolls and acting out what it would be like to be older.
Remember the days you would tap on the windows when the rain drops fall down,
And all you saw was a bright future that won't fall down.
Remember the days you would sit back in the car,
Thinking the moon was following you.

Those days you couldn't wait to get older,
Now with what I see as I get older; I don't want to get older.
I want to take a pause, press pause and then for a moment.
Play your thoughts, this is how the world was the whole time their is ups and downs.
And unfortunately you have to pick yourself up through the tough times,
I'm sorry I know it hurts and it is lame.
But remember this your one in a million,
That can build your own happy future in a billion of faces that might tear you down.
I know this is hard but your one in many that can fight this,
Because their are a trillion women like you that can shape this world,
Into a better place.
Now wait!
Don't press that stop button,
Because your one in a million, billion or trillion that will find your happiness soon once you embrace the strong women you are, you can shape your future.

Hey Guys!
Here's another one of my poems I have recently made, hope you like it!

Purple Chicken-Dee x