Once upon a time, I wanted to be a racer
In a car, speeding by, I wanted to be a chaser
Once upon a time, I wanted to be a nurse
Or maybe reading minds, sending out a curse
Once upon a time, I wanted to fly
To breathe and feel, amongst the clouds in the sky
Once upon a time, my dreams could be anything
And now I feel my options for life are slim
Once upon a time, I was a child
Growing into an adult, I was in complete denial
My dreams now, are different, a little more real
With problems that I faced, I learned how to deal
Once upon a time, I was nieve and happy
Now, the pain and hurt, is what I can see
Once upon a time, I wanted to grow up fast
Not holding on to innocence, thinking it would last
Once upon a time, my life changed, just today
I realized that I am a voice, a voice with something to say

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January 10, 2008 at 2:38 pm
Jess Watson
wow, thats really good.i can really identify with what you are saying in this poem i know that i had all those kinds of dreams…being a hero, flying, even just turning 16 so that i could learn how to drive…and then you get there and it’s like, i’m finally here but i wish i had taken more time to get here…
January 10, 2008 at 3:14 pm
lstrausswo
Jo, it your poem is referring to you life ( which i think it is) I totally hear you. I really like the tone of the poem. It made me want to read through it slowly, take each step back to the past when i felt as you described. It is a soft poem unleashing pain and happiness, regret and confidence. It so true, the poem is so true. How we were so innocent as kids and now as we grow up the the world doesnt change for us anymore, we have to change for the world. We grow up and see the bad things in life and sometimes forget about the good times. (unlike when we were kids). But today has come and we are all almost grown up its time to wake up and live in reality. Its funny how fast time flys.
January 10, 2008 at 3:34 pm
kbeamwo
This is a beautiful poem! You’re very good at writing poems ane getting your feelings out.
I think this poem accurately describes (probably what you’re feeling) but how everyone feels around a certain age. We realize (at some point or other) that the dreams we once had are not likely going to happen and that we need to change them in order to survive in an ‘adult-world’. It’s a sad thing when we realize we should have stayed a kid a little while longer when we could.