A Time to Grow

A time to grow,
without a choice.
A world of stories fill your voice.

Passing by before your eyes.
No choice to grow,
just live or die.

Looking back on the memoirs,
seeing all the dreams we stepped on.

A poem full of happy rymes,
a diary beholds upsetting times.

Content or not,
to stand or fall,
growing up happens to all.

Passing by before your eyes.
No choice to grow,
just live or die.

Poem by: Sandy Truong
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