When I grow up,
I want to hear the secrets you hide,
the tiny worries tucked inside.
I used to say I’d “be a boss,”
now I just want to lift the loss.
I’ll notice when your laugh is forced,
and gently guide you back, of course.
When I grow up,
I want to catch your frown,
turn it softly upside down.
I’ll listen close, I’ll hold your hand,
not rule a world, but help you stand.
I’ll remember the little things you say,
the jokes and whispers of your day.
When I grow up,
I want to share warm smiles,
make lonely days feel worth the while.
I’ll leave sticky notes with tiny cheer,
or hum a tune when no one’s near.
The loud power I once craved,
feels small next to the joy I’ve saved.
When I grow up,
I want to plant some hope,
a thread of light to help you cope.
I’ll make a cup of tea when you feel cold,
and listen to the stories you’ve never told.
Trophies and titles may shine and gleam,
but helping hearts is my true drea
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 9:24 PM UTC
When I grow up,
I want to hear the secrets you hide,
the tiny worries tucked inside.
I used to say I’d “be a boss,”
now I just want to lift the loss.
I’ll notice when your laugh is forced,
and gently guide you back, of course.
When I grow up,
I want to catch your frown,
turn it softly upside down.
I’ll listen close, I’ll hold your hand,
not rule a world, but help you stand.
I’ll remember the little things you say,
the jokes and whispers of your day.
When I grow up,
I want to share warm smiles,
make lonely days feel worth the while.
I’ll leave sticky notes with tiny cheer,
or hum a tune when no one’s near.
The loud power I once craved,
feels small next to the joy I’ve saved.
When I grow up,
I want to plant some hope,
a thread of light to help you cope.
I’ll make a cup of tea when you feel cold,
and listen to the stories you’ve never told.
Trophies and titles may shine and gleam,
but helping hearts is my true drea
When I was 4-5 I would say when I grow up im gonna be a boss now I just want to listen to others and make them happy :D