Growing Up So Well

A childhood of activities, fun, and learning - a rhyming poem.

No parent needs to tell you,
There's nothing new to harp on;
Not a chore you ought to do,
Your ball field has no tarp on.

Homework's light, it's almost done,
Your schoolmates like your jokes.
Your favorite class is lots of fun,
A smart one, it's no hoax!

Lots of time spent with your friends,
A week off, that's sublime;
The hope for days off never ends,
But just enjoy the time.

Just be grateful you're a kid,
That carefree time so right;
You'll learn from those mistakes you did,
And somehow see the light!

Patience is a virtue,
And working hard's the key -
But growing up, we have no clue,
Of who or what we'll be...