Growing Up is Not Growing Old

In a world where your responsibilities unfold,
No one said that growing up meant you had to grow old.
Even in school, with rules galore
You had to be on time, be respectful, and a whole lot more

No one whispered that growing up must be a doze
With homework and lessons, and never pick your nose
For you, my friend, are the master of bold,
Of your own reality, in so many colors, untold.

So, fear not the ticking clock, don’t let joy be sold,
No one said growing up meant you had to grow old.
In the tapestry of life, let your threads be gold,
For your reality is yours, let it be fun, let it be bold!