Not so long ago, I can easily recall,
Skipping along & holding hands,
Playing make-believe with my Mum or my Gran.
Failing in the playground & grazing my knee,
My love in life was only for ponies.
Before I knew it, it was time to study & learn.
Trying to fit in with trend & fashions,
while dealing with my latest crushes.
Friendships & Westlife CD’s shapes these years for me,
Finished with school dances & getting my GCSE.
All too soon it was off to Uni,
Leaving best friends behind,
Not too sure what was ahead of me.
First heartbreaks & domestic training,
Three years that would turn out to be difficult ones for me.
Next its time to find a “Career”, a job just will not do,
At 21 I didn’t have a clue who / what I wanted to be.
From then the years fly by so quickly,
More love &tears, work & responsibility,
Still I have the same question:
Is this how a Grown Up should be?