Growing up Poems Collections for Every Adult to Reflect
Growing up Poems Collections for Every Adult to Reflect.
Growing up Poems: When children are young, it always seems to be a desire of theirs to grow up as fast as they possibly can. As soon as they do grow up, they instantly find themselves wishing to be young again. This process can prove to be a difficult one as far as encapsulating feelings towards it goes.
Growing up Poems Collections, for Every Adult will help you reflect deeply into the past life of your youth. The following poems are good enough to make you smile while reading them.
- First Steps
- The song “Cat’s in the Cradle”
- When the First Teeth Go
- A Fool’s Wish
- The Season of Youth
- The Flight of Youth
- A Sailor Bold
- Cabin
- Soul-Searching
1. First Steps
For Caitlin Shea Murphy
To her a year is like infinity,
each day—an adventure never-ending.
She has no concept of time,
but already has begun the climb—
from childhood to womanhood recklessly ascending.I would caution her, “No! Wait!
There will be time enough another day . . .
time to learn the Truth
and to slowly shed your youth,
but for now, sweet child, go carefully on your way! . . .”But her time is not a time for cautious words,
nor a time for measured, careful understanding.
She is just certain
that, by grabbing the curtain,
in a moment she will finally be standing!Little does she know that her first few steps
will hurtle her on her way
through childhood to adolescence,
and then, finally, pubescence . . .
while, just as swiftly, I’ll be going gray!
2. The song “Cat’s in the Cradle”
My child arrived just the other day
He came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away
And he was talking ‘fore I knew it, and as he grew
He’d say “I’m gonna be like you, dad”
“You know I’m gonna be like you”And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man in the moon
“When you coming home, dad?” “I don’t know when”
But we’ll get together then
You know we’ll have a good time thenMy son turned ten just the other day
He said, thanks for the ball, dad, come on let’s play
Can you teach me to throw, I said, not today
I got a lot to do, he said, that’s okay
And he walked away, but his smile never dimmed
It said, I’m gonna be like him, yeah
You know I’m gonna be like himAnd the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man in the moon
“When you coming home, dad?” “I don’t know when”
But we’ll get together then
You know we’ll have a good time thenWell, he came from college just the other day
So much like a man I just had to say
Son, I’m proud of you, can you sit for a while?
He shook his head, and he said with a smile
What I’d really like, dad, is to borrow the car keys
See you later, can I have them please?And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man in the moon
“When you coming home, son?” “I don’t know when”
But we’ll get together then, dad
You know we’ll have a good time thenI’ve long since retired and my son’s moved away
I called him up just the other day
I said, I’d like to see you if you don’t mind
He said, I’d love to, dad, if I could find the time
You see, my new job’s a hassle, and the kids have the flu
But it’s sure nice talking to you, dad
It’s been sure nice talking to you
And as I hung up the phone, it occurred to me
He’d grown up just like me
My boy was just like meAnd the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man in the moon
“When you coming home, son?” “I don’t know when”
But we’ll get together then, dad
We’re gonna have a good time then
3. When the First Teeth Go
It is infancy’s old age
When the first teeth go;
It’s the turning of the page
When the first teeth go;
It’s farewell to merry youth
With its innocence and truth,
With its tenderness and ruth,
When the first teeth go.There are novelties of pain
When the first teeth go;
Quick to lose and slow to gain,
When the first teeth go;
Ugly vacancies appear,
New and lisping tones we bear
‘Tis a most erratic year
When the first teeth go.Ah, the sober thoughts we think
When their first teeth go,
And the rising tears we wink
When their first teeth go!
For the coming teeth must chew
Many meals of bitter rue,
And their sorrows come in view
As their first teeth go.Yes, but grand teeth come instead,
When the first teeth go,
Strong for meat and white for bread,
When the first teeth go;
Though the crust is hard and dry,
Health and power in it lie,
And there’s better by and by;
Let the first teeth go!
4. A Fool’s Wish
I wish I could be the kind of fool I was in the days of yore,
When people could send me on idiotic errands to the store.
When I found the purse tied to a string, and discovered the sugar was salt,
And tried to pick up the county line for jolly Uncle Walt.
For now I’m a fool of a different sort, a less desirable kind,
The fashion of fool that dabbles in stocks and leaves his earnings behind;
The fool that toils for a hunk of gold and misses the only wealth;
The fool that sells for the bubble of fame his happiness and health.
Yes, now you behold in me the fool, the melancholy fool
Who has to go back, with his temples gray, to the very primary school.
And learn the fundamentals of life, the simple, essential things.
The body that lives and the mind that and the soul that trusts and sings.
And would I could be the kind of fool I was in the olden days,
The fool that would fall for an open trick and be fooled in those innocent ways.
I would give the whole of my bank account and the worldly success I am,
If I could go to the kitchen door to look for the gooseberry jamb!By Anonymous
5. The Season of Youth
Rejoice, mortal man, in the noon of thy prime!
Ere thy brow shall be traced by the ploughshare of time,
Ere the twilight of age shall encompass thy way,
And thou droop’st, like the flowers, to thy rest in the clay.Let the banquet be spread, let the wine-cup go round,
Let the joy-dance be wove, let the timbrels resound,
While the spring-tide of life in thy bosom is high,
And thy spirit is light as a lark in the sky.Let the wife of thy love, like the sun of thy day,
Throw a radiance of joy o’er thy pilgrimage way —
Ere the shadows of grief come, like night, from the west,
And thou weep’st o’er the flower that expired on thy breast.Rejoice, mortal man, in the noon of thy prime!
But muse on the power and the progress of time;
For thy life shall depart with the joy it hath given,
And a judgment of justice awaits thee in heaven.By William Knox
6. The Flight of Youth
There are gains for all our losses,
There are balms for all our pain:
But when youth, the dream, departs,
It takes something from our hearts,
And it never comes again.We are stronger, and are better,
Under manhood’s sterner reign:
Still we feel that something sweet
Followed youth, with flying feet,
And will never come again.Something beautiful is vanished,
And we sigh for it in vain:
We behold it everywhere,
On the earth, and in the air,
But it never comes again.
7. A Sailor Bold
Sometimes I think I’d like to roam,
A sailor bold across the sea,
But how could Mother stay at home
And be so very far from me?For who would sing my sleepy song,
And tuck me in my sailor bed,
And say God watches all night long,
And kiss me when my prayers are said?I wonder if the sailor lad
Is very, very lonely when
The loud wind blows; and is he sad,
And does he long for home again?So, after all, I would not roam,
Until I’m eight to seas afar,
While I am seven I’ll stay at home
Where Mother and her kisses are.
8. Cabin
When I’m a grownup,
I would like a home away from home.A cabin, perhaps, isolated from the world,
where there would be a lake in my backyard.Maybe I will also have a treehouse, or a hammock,
where I would read and watch my children play in the water.Then we would roast marshmallows and make s’mores,
and catch fireflies in the bushes.My husband would sing silly songs and play his guitar,
and make my children blush with fiery laughter.When the kids would fall asleep in the bunks,
a cuddle would be awaiting in front of the fireplace.Where we would watch sappy old movies,
and savor our salty popcorn and sweet milk chocolate.Together, we would laugh and cry.
Together, we would have escaped the world.
Together, we would have been happy.
9. Soul-Searching
The world is a giant trashcan
And I’m a dumpster diver trying to discover anything beautiful and white
And it wouldn’t surprise me if I’ve already found it,
Covered in gum and hair and crumbs in the backseat of a gutted minivan
But I’m so busy judging the books with no cover
That I lost track of my little paper hearts that I used to give with a chocolate taped to the back
And sometimes I stare into this rotted wilderness and ask myself if I’ve stopped existing
Because the rearview mirrors are so grimy that I can’t see my own reflection
And when I can’t see if there’s lettuce stuck in my teeth, I refrain from smiling just in case
So people stamp me into the category of grumpy, grownup girl
But for all I know,
We are all lost pearls from the necklace of the gods
(but I can’t go back looking like this)By Kate Lion
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