Worries of a young wise woman

Remember when you were younger? Ohh yes you do. Couldn't wait to "grow up" yeh me too. 

Well time passes and passes and that time can't be given back. Those things you weren't allowed to do would now get you the sack.

When I was younger I would think "I can't wait to grow up, do whatever I please" you see that's not the case is it, I'm grown now, and that freedom, where's the keys?

Bills, relationships, daily life, I wanted it all, to become someone's wife. 

Now sitting back on my sofa, dreaming of a holiday, well that's not going to happen just yet, responsibilities, utilities to pay.

It makes me sad to write this poem, not because I'm old, but because one day I will be and my youth will fold. 

Family friends and memories will fade, like it or not that's just how we have been made.

I don't want to forget all the memories I have, the smells, the music, textures, conversations the good and the bad.

I feel the kids of today don't understand what it's like, to feel the grass between their toes and ride a bike. 

Too much media is ruining these children, but instead of changing it, they make a documentary and film them.

We should all be thinking about our future today, after all the seconds are ticking away.

I'm 25 now, half way to 50, might mean nothing to some people even call me "lucky" 
 
Ask yourself this, in 25 years where will you be? Here? Reading this? We shall see. 

By Jessica Hawkins