Written for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-18-2/
I’ve also felt kind of contemplative this morning. It’s been slow and quiet and I’ve loved it.
So Far – Day Eighteen
My life has never been so wild
Not since I was a little child.
When life seemed so carefree
And everyone around me was mild.
But so anymore,
Life now sometimes is a chore.
I wonder when this became me
And when I became such a bore.
Not all days seem like this;
I’m glad or else I know I’d miss
The joy and laughter that is all around
And never leaves me in a mist.
My life has come real far
From when I could not drive a car,
I know that there is more in store
And that leaves me happiness that cannot mar.
Breathing In 