Sometimes we want to fastforward,
Into life, maturity, and the future,
But we need to be patient,
And go at the pace God put us.
We rush into things,
And out of things,
Instead of enjoying the ride,
We go through all, and then hide.
I'm guilty of rushing,
I want to find love,
And to be blushing,
And also free as the dove.
I can't be a child without privileges,
I can't be an adult without responsibilities,
Many things I've witness,
And I gained many abilities.
"Slow and steady wins the race"
Is what I tell myself,
When I find I'm rushing past grace,
"Do not rush yourself"
Is what I wish to tell you.
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Poems I made up
PoetryJust poems about different topics. some are pretty short. Others are just rhymes.
