Sleepover

From hence forth let it be decreed
Sleepovers don’t exist!
A term that implies a few z’s
Is more a slumber myth.

For anyone with teens will know
That when they meet to sleep-
Over is more so an excuse
To party long and deep

Deep to the early hours and more
Til sun rise the next day
When they’ll return to their own homes
Where then they’ll hit the hay

And so the word’s redundant
Therefore may I suggest
That sleepovers drop the word sleep
As there’s no sleep or rest!

 

 

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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

16[Things]9/365 (actually 170/365, dammit) (Photo credit: reallyboring)