Fourteen Going On Forty
He stood there looking at the glass
Greeted by a kind smile
As future’s face stared back at him
Beyond the mirrored tile
He saw tomorrow’s image
The man he might yet be
Reflection of his hopes and dreams
Past teen reality
He yearned to get there faster
Rush through the next few years
Pace quicker every single day
Save adolescent tears
To wish away his childhood
The pains of growing up
He pushed against the mirror
To drink from that man’s cup
To raise his glass impatiently
He thrashed the threshold so
Wanting to be that person now
Save wasting time to grow
Yet as he beat and wished away
His life, he cracked the glass
To break into the future now
Save building up a past
And then it kind of hit him
The fact that he would be
A half-finished and broken man
If he raced through puberty
For there’s a reason for this time
A teen spends on the earth
To find himself in a safe way
And appreciate his worth
