The growing years

A burst of laughter, a warm flow of tears, a low
whispered secret, are all part of the growing
years. A time of confussion, of fun with your
friends, when every smile makes you wish that
today would not end. But everyday we get older, and months become years, and the
not-so-far-off future becomes every so near.
A worn out yearbook, a faded torn note, and
long ago memories of friends that care, will be all that remain of the growing years. So pay
attention to today. All your hopes and all your
dreams and all your fears and hold on to these days cause these are the growing years.