Growing Up.

POEM



When I was 10, I was afraid of becoming 15.
I thought I was going to die when I become 15.
I became 15 and surprisingly, I was alive.

When I became 20, I realized it was really beautiful then. 

When I was 20, I was afraid of becoming 25.
I thought that world would end when I become 25. 
I became 30 and sadly, I was alive.

When I became 35, I realized it was really beautiful then.

When I become 40, I'd look back at 35 and think the same. 
When I become 50, I'd look back at 40 and think the same.

In front of death,every past moment is the climax of our lives.
All ages are like flowers,
It's just that we do not know how beautiful each age was at that time.

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