Thrill Of AgingA Poem by -Glasses.Classic.
People believe growing up is something to dread. I'll prove you wrong.
Fifteen years and then some.
Nostrils flaring from anxiety.
The tension in muscles cramping for a brake.
Flow of traffic.
Three hours, pure outright joy.
the adrenaline of what is commonly done.
A simple pleasure I find.
In what others say is a waste of time.
© 2010 -Glasses.Classic.