Aren't We All Just Children
Aren’t we all just children
Bursting inside with joy and naïveté?
Do we ever really grow up
Even when we think we’ve found our way?
My elders say “Look how you’ve grown,”
Although I’m not much different, despite what I’ve been shown
As I age, I see, hear, develop
But in such a vast world, won’t you be enveloped?
Cause if I find the truth when I check my pride
Age aside, I’m still a child inside
This poem is about:
Me
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