Carefree

As he held his head in his hands,

The young man cried.

“Its so hard to be an adult,

So difficult to be all grown up.

Such a carefree youth he had had:

Playing super heroes and drowning worms,

Skipping stones and catching snakes,

Every day held magic, wonder and joy.

But his carefree ways and carefree days,

Now included a pretty little gal,

And a new life on the way,

Who would look to this boy to be a man.

So with bills to pay and decisions to make,

The young man dried his tears.

He pulled himself up and rose to the challenge,

A lot less carefree, but a lot more a man.