Are We There Yet?
“Are we there yet?”
“How about now?”
When will we arrive at our given destination?
It feels like we will never get there.
“When will I be five so I can start school,
And then thirteen, a teenager growing up?”
I can hardly wait for sixteen and car keys,
At eighteen, oh yeah, a grown-up I will be!
I must say I hope to never “arrive”,
I want to keep moving along, ever becoming,
And, too, I long to never grow up,
Keeping alive the joy and anticipation of youth.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Allen
Beautifully written, Karen! ET
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
hugs
Fee
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Richard