Growing Up

Growing Up
Bright, white lights with a crimson stain
Silky gravel – sharp grass – hard carpet – soft tile
Arguing in stubborn vain
Blaring chaotic sounds that heard from a mile
Working four part-time for a degree
To succeed at the end of the long four year
Driving fast for the unwanted fee
Standing there in black at the end of white aisle for the dear
Siting over professional wooden table
At her side with the breath of new life
Fragile ground quaking – unstable
Just taking steps becoming a strife
Lying there broken asunder
Six feet under