Teenage Years, by Shauna DesJardins Subscribe to rss feed for Shauna DesJardins

Basketball in the fall,
Monday night football.
We'll stay up all night, 
And sleep all day.
Cellphones and skinny jeans.
Hipsters and athletes.
Cheer freaks and band geeks.
Mix matched socks.
Tennis shoes and high heels.
Trouble stirring in the field.
Dances and parties.
T-shirts and short shorts.
iPhones and iPads.
Scared moms and worried dads.
No longer a kid,
But not quite an adult.
Confusion and madness.
Heartbreak and sadness.
Nothing more, but nothing less.
Feels like the end,
But its only the beginning.
Past the horizon,
A new sun is shining.
The fog will clear, 
This storm shall pass.
The raging rivers turned to glass.
Treacherous mountains, 
To rolling hills.
Wildfires to smoldering ash.
Posted: 2013-08-12 10:16:19 UTC

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