Growing Up
Nothing moves as fast as time,
As just yesterday I was a little kid.
6th grade I was quiet as a mime;
Now made it through 12th without a lid.
Personalities can go through a certain range,
But mine went through a full transformation.
Breaking out of my shell was my biggest change,
And starting running made me sort of a sensation.
That quiet, scared, shy little boy,
Has become a man in the blink of an eye.
I am most proud that I gave others joy;
Even though now I am forced to tell them bye.
Because anyone can reach new heights,
As long as they realize they can take flight.
This poem is about:
Me