Playtime is over, the serious work must begin
Is this when we lost it, where it fell by the way?
Our ability for joy, laughter and fun
Suffocated by responsibility and chore
Living up to what is expected and demanded
To make a living and a life of our own
Zapped by the lightning bolt of adulthood
Just as soon as our studying is done
And even before much is required from a child
Decide the fate of the rest of your life
Before the tender age of sixteen
Subjects to be chosen, and a future path
What will you do with the rest of your life?
What will you become, where will you go?
Does the pressure ever ease when the choices are made?
For now we must live what we have planned
Be successful to measure up when compared
No embarrassment allowed when others enquire
And what do you do, as if there is only one thing
One name that we go by, one title, one purpose
When like the face of a diamond there are many facets
To who and what we are, depending on whom you ask
Complex and complicated beings with intricate dimensions
That we would have set a path in stone when still a child
But rather be taught that it may be fluid like a river
Never too ridged to deviate or change course completely
Altering to what fits the developing and growing being
Debbie Gravett © 2021.12.29
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