Adulthood is a façade Humans are creatures of habit, And victims of circumstances Yet, oddly some locate adaptability Childhood memories escape us- With great ease. True happiness is a fleeting concept But- without despair, joy is a numbing sensation Aging does not bring forth The harvest of wisdom Experience is an unkind professor Strict and expecting perfection The guide’s knowledge is dished In a condescending tone. The student is brimming with anxiety- Unprepared for the final exam.
Wrote this about a year ago. This poem has been published in my college's journal. :)