Saturday, July 02, 2005
Another poem extracted from the web...
A journey lies ahead, for all teenagers today.
A journey to adulthood, our youth to kiss away.
But as we go we find ourselves at a truly awkward stage.
We're partially unripe, sketchy and crude at this tender age.
We're old enough to make a choice, yet still young in many ways.
Young enough for fun and games, too old for care free lives.
Young enough for hopes and dreams, yet for reality we strive.
Old enough for heartfelt pain, too young to fine the cure.
Too old for childish ways of past, too young to be mature.
Old enough to fall in love and give our hearts away.
But still too young to understand just why we feel this way.
We're trusted, loyal, proud and true.
Yet, scolded, sneered and scorned.
Between the role of adult and child, we are somewhere torn.
Like an uncompleted work of art, we're awkward, unsure, half-baked.
But be patient please, for we're on our way to becoming something great...
