My grandfather used to say:
“Don’t wish your life away”,
But I was too stubborn to listen.
Every year, without fail,
I wished myself older:
I wished I was old enough to drive,
I wished I was old enough to have a phone,
I wished I was old enough to hang out with the “big” kids.
All for What?
Now that I am eighteen,
Every candle on my cake
symbolizes the
Bet I lost to time.
The flicker of light emitted from the candles
reveals my grandfather’s
Hushed voice saying:
“Don’t wish your life away”
But it’s too late and
I wished too hard.
And I finally understand
That growing up is just
Another way for saying
Goodbye.
