Sunday Shorts: The Grown Up
By Sarah Cate Anstey, Apr 9 2017 09:26AM
The golden aura, that once enveloped you, is tarnished.
That pedestal, I stood you on, seems reachable.
The esteem, I had for you, has deflated.
Awe has taken me so far,
But advice only stretches as far as experience.
There is life, you haven’t lived,
There is knowledge, you needn’t gain.
You have flourished, as far as your needs.
But I am still growing.
© Sarah Catherine Anstey 2017