I need a poem about what growing up means or just about growing up.
Person who gives me the most poems gets best answer!
2006-10-23 12:59:04 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous in Social Science ➔ Sociology
Children are born; but men are made.
Real is this of human nature.
All are born and all are dead;
Just it is play of God.
All is well as it is will
Rare in the life's goal.
Early to rise and early to sleep,
Daily it is one of life's step.
Do your duty, do it with sincerity
Yet everything ends with happy life.
o.k. my friend. it is a small attempt to satisfy you.
one more surprise..the first letters. guess what it is.
2006-10-23 14:55:22 · answer #1 · answered by prince47 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
One of my favorites...
Doug Stone They Don't Make Years Like They Use To Lyrics
I bet you can remember back when you were five or six
That year between each Christmas seemed like ten
And things that you looked forward to seemed so far away
And being grown was a million years back then
That summer between junior-high and high school took three years
Twenty more went by till you could drive
Oh they made them good in the old days, some would last forever
But the ones they're making now just don't survive
They just don't make years like they used to
Strange you turn around and then they're gone
Let's make the most of each moment together
Cause the years they're making now don't last that long
It seems like only yesterday we held our first born child
Today he's going off to school you know
And that favorite photograph of you and me that New Year's Eve
Was that lost year or fifteen years ago
When we were still just sweethearts the days would pass so slow
Tonight time found us snuggled up so close
All that time that just stood still oh so long ago
Is flying by now when you need it most
They just don't make years like they used to
Strange you turn around and then they're gone
Let's make the most of each moment together
Cause the years they're making now don't last that long
No the years they're making now don't last that long
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2006-10-23 13:18:02 · answer #2 · answered by DB 5 · 1⤊ 0⤋
My favorite. By Kahlil Gibran.
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you, but not from you.
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls.
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
Kahlil Gibran
I read this any time I hear that social science nonsense on the raising of children.
2006-10-23 13:36:22 · answer #3 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
A caterpillar, so signifagant to you and I.
We to are caterpillars in disguise.
We slither and roam all over the place
our outcome beautiful or a disgrace.....
A metaphor the caterpillar may be
Just as you and me!!!!!!!
We live
We learn
We try, oh how we try
We are a caterpillar at first
BEAUTIFUL Butterfly into we Burst
Wisdom we learn with each roaming journey
Never let disgrace keep you from turning....
Fly Butterfy
Fly.............
2006-10-23 13:18:52 · answer #4 · answered by patti sincox 1 · 2⤊ 0⤋
Grow up, grow up and leave the child behind.
Life only gets tougher as you will find.
Grow up, grow up you little jerk.
Get a job and go to work.
Grow up, grow up and pay the bills.
From here on out its all up hill.
2006-10-23 13:53:43 · answer #5 · answered by NONAME 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
go to poetry.com
2006-10-23 13:31:18 · answer #6 · answered by papabeartex 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋