Blah Another Poem About Growing Up

Bleh, bleh. I don't want to do homework, so I wrote this.

Tomorrow was a wish made by the young,

when fun was to be had,

troubles little to none,

and I wanted to be older, mature than everyone.

Now those Halcyon Days bleach in the ambit,

the sun waning in the horizon,

as my childhood becomes a faint memory,

I wishing to be you.