I Thought It Would Be Good to Grow-up

I thought...

it would be fun,

and more fun as the days would pass.

That there would be wisdom to share, and,

things to tell.

That, times would change, and we'd be respected, and asked

about things of our glorious past,

that we had left behind.

I thought...

it would be good someday,

to finally pass-out of this boring school

and enter graduation.

Then there would be, no dress-code and homework.

I thought...

Riding bikes and driving cars would be fun,

at least, you could go

wherever you would wish to.

And that there would be this gentle breeze,

telling you, of,

your bizarre freedom.

And this long road,

calling to eternity.

I thought...

there would be no end,

to freedom.

And that, money would no more come in bits and chunks.

So, badly I had waited to grow up.
To face this day, and live in reality.

And, when it all happened,

it just killed the fun.

It came as bad as haunting,

and clung like a stain,

harsh like cough,

and ugly like rags.

It demanded what not,

and when not?

All these years...

I had watered this tree,

with hopes so deep.

And now the fruit,

came so small and sour.

Leave aside, those,

thoughts of sharing wisdom,

life in itself has been so confusing.

There's no clue where I am

heading to.

The past, no one asks of it, but,

me. Me alone.

I miss it, and see the kids living it,

so badly I envy them, and,

wish I could tell them- that youth is a trap.

Approach slow, and take your time,
take some more if you'd like to
but,
DO NOT HURRY.

There was nothing good to pass-out of school,

rather,

the goodness just ended there.

No better friends I made ever since,

and so cruel has life been,

that the ones I had left behind

are getting married one-by-one.

Of cars and bikes,

I am nothing, but tired.

wish I had known, that,

there would be only commutes and traffic-jams,

red-lights and intersections.

Those long roads and open drives, were,

I believe

only things to say.

Freedom and money, 

today I realize, are bad love-rivals,

One comes for the cost of other,

and never they stay together.

And when one leaves, it pulls back the other too.

I thought...

it would be fun ahead.

Growing-up would be

sweet and soothing.

But to my surprise, life had

lemons and thorns in waiting.

Not SWEET, not SOOTHING

but SOUR and PRICKING.