I look back and see a kid
Disturbed with himself with the way he lived
Tried things, vowed he’ll never quit
Gathered the broken pieces and started to rebuild
After few years he looks in the mirror
One day, he sees a beard
Astonished! He thinks about the time he most feared
He’s growing up and the kid has disappeared.
Expectations get bigger each day
It’s time to turn the dreams into reality someday
He has to be careful with what he does today
As it will become history one day.
He still feels like he’s a kid
Same old innocence and same old grin.
Though he realizes he is older
He knows he cannot carry the heavy weight on his shoulder.
He is young and there’s lot to learn
Wisdom is not given, it is earned.
What will future bring?
He sighs as he thinks.
Viby speaks his mind! 
I was looking for an easy-to-understand poem. This one speaks volumes yet the flow was smooth. I liked this line “He has to be careful with what he does today
As it will become history one day.”
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Viby, this is particularly beautiful writing. Not only have you evolved from a kid to a young man, you continue to evolve as a powerful and genuine writer. Stay the course, Harlon
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