Off the cuff: My piece is not about how old you are, it's about getting there. Getting to be really old, wise, respected, y'know, stuff. It's a long road. My sentiments go out to the very young, to the adolescent. I'd like to shout: don't give up, don't despair. The world is harsh, the world is unjust, parents should know better but some never do. Just do not give up. Be a better person, a good person, be all you can!
For this challenge I decided to "illustrate" the poetry I've been slowly working on. Hannu Mäkelä of Finland wrote these lines (among others) in 1974. I'm positive he wasn't writing about children, or adolescent, but I think they fit beautifully to describe growing pains.
"My road shrouded in darkness. There is no other road."
"We have very little future, and we have to take care of it ourselves."
click both for big. Sorry for the glare!
SDC282 - Only Blue Week 2
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