Growing Up

GROWING UP


It seems like just yesterday when I just came into this World

And I just can't believe that now I am a part of this world

Crying and sleeping that's what I used to do

And then I started to crawl like other babies do

And now can't believe that I am growing up, growing up

Yes, I will be a grown up


And then I was talking and walking

And sure there was wobbling and a little bit of babbling

And the day just came 

I went to school with my dame

Oh Yeah, and I just have to believe that I am growing up

Yes, I will be a grown up.


Kindergarten went by 

Elementary and middle had their turn

After High, friends bade me bye

And now my life's gonna take rollercoaster turn

And I am gonna do my best to play my turn

Yes, I am growing up, growing up

I will be a grown up


Future lies ahead of me

I will make it the brightest part of me

So here I come

I'm gonna win

Yes, I know I can

Lemme know you are here for me

And I'll touch the stars of the heaven

Cause I'm growing up

Yeah growing up


And I know I'll have a little more duties and pressure

And also many expectations

But I'll also have freedom to make new connection

And so I say it again I am growing up, growing up

Yes, I will be a grown up


Background:

Written in the summer of 2009, Perhaps, my first ever poem, inspired by the songs that I listened to growing up. Reproducing this from an old diary of mine. I guess this was the first draft of that poem.


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