A Grown-Up


What you don’t understand
Is that I am a grown-up
I no longer need the firm hand
Of someone else. Guiding me
Across the road. Over the moon-
Whatever it is.

I can do it all by myself
I’m an adult in a world run by adults
You see
There can be no knowing
Where my own thoughts will lead me
And nobody who would want to know.
I’m a grown-up.
Oh! You sweet, simple child
Why can you not understand this
I am a grown-up – a grown-up.


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