How can so many years pass,
Without the blink of an eye,
You are still a baby,
When I close my eyes.
***
You are now at a cross roads,
Between childhood,
And those years,
Of growing old.
***
But with so many years behind you,
And so many years to go,
Being 18 years old,
Is a moment to behold.

©The Pesky Poet

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