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Growing Up

The students celebrate, they all cheer
The hats fly up into the sky
They’re heading off into the world
I look on; I sigh

They’re fly off to grab their chains
To be responsible, pay bills
Work, the ‘freedom’ to work
It gives me the chills

Adulthood is freedom,
They shout
Being responsible
Is what it’s all about

Man was born free
As a child
As an adult
They are in chains

Only childhood is true freedom
Freedom to work is no freedom at all
Yet everyone rushes to their chains
Eagerly awaiting their curtain call

  1. 23/09/2010 at 7:37 pm

    cute perspective….
    lovely writing!

  2. 04/10/2010 at 6:44 pm

    Pretty Interesting Perspective.. Good one..

    Here’s mine:

    All the Best

  3. 04/10/2010 at 6:45 pm


    Greetings, friend!!
    It is Monday, I sincerely invite you to join us for a Monday Poetry Potluck party, bring in 1 to 3 poem treats to share, and have fun tasting other poets treats.
    You will have 60 hours enjoying the fun.
    Hurry up, the more you share, the happier we are.
    Hope to see you in our party, hurry up, the earlier you are in, the more traffic you get…
    to link in, click on the link via this comment, then look at the blue link button at the end of the post, click on the button, have your poem link copy and pasted in the first box, then enter your name, at last your email address…let us know if you need help by leaving a comment under the same post…

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