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.

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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.

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