All Grown Up

July 29, 2009. © Talon Truitt Cherry, All rights reserved

When the child leaves, and the man takes over
No more faith in four leaf clovers
You lose the joy in becoming older
And childhood playmates become soldiers
The clouds no longer make a sound
Your best friends not always around
You lose sight of treasures that you found
And get a little more tired of your town
The mountains don’t seam tall no more
The floor is further from the door
Rough housing just makes you sore
And you only like foods you loved before
Windows no longer tell the future
And there’s a defined answer for every loser
You have no time you either find or lose your
Faith in god and beggars can't be choosers
Snows not white it's a dirty grey
Its always way too cold to play
Your happier when it melts away
And you give in to the things that “they” say
Stained with time your tears aren’t see through
Remembering once you wanted to be you
Nothing you own is ever brand new
You want to be young again yeah well me too
Now your all grown up with lots of time
Only to wish you could rewind
How could it ever seem so sublime
To the innocent eye this life was fine
Look now.