You’ve changed a lot they say.
So different from before.
Older and more mature,
More responsible than before.
Wiser, kinder,
More considerate and taller.
So, so different they say.

They've changed too.
Still the same but not.
Happier still,
But with tight smiles,
Hiding something—What?
I do not know...

So, so different,
Then the eight-year-old you knew.
We're different now Sir,
Different now Ms.
We've changed.
For the good or bad...
Who knows?

All I know is that...
A lot changed us.
New experiences,
New people.
Of course, we changed.
But was it that obvious?

You're not the kind of flower
People pluck and put into their hair
You're the kind of flower
People can’t bring themselves to pluck
And instead water it with their water bottle
A flower that deserves to bloom
And grow