Once I was Seven

One day I'll be Thirty

Once I was seven and life seemed so bright.

I would live as a child, so happy and light.

Once I was eleven, with nothing to fear.

I wasn’t aware of what was so close, so near.

Now I am older, now I really see the world.

Its hit me in the gut, a life untwirled.

Now I am colder, almost numb to the bone.

My hand, my words, my brain all dumb.

One day I’ll be twenty, I wonder what to come.

Will it get better or worse in the full sum.

One day I’ll be thirty, will I look back at me

And just see a little dramatic flea?