On Being 14
by Barb Berens
05.24.2014
A prisoner in my own mind
I kept my nose to the grindstone
Always working,
Always focused, always strong.
Freedom was not my operational mode
Duty, responsibility, task oriented
I missed some of the importance:
The Zest of Life.
Accused of being a 14 year old Party Girl
Well, I guess I am
With the door to independance cracking open
I run, I play, I laugh, I sing!
Today is the day the Lord has made!
Why not rejoice and be glad?
How can I express my new freedom
With maybe some temperance?
Nope. Party Girl.
Nope. Never gonna stop.
Nope, I won’t be sad
Nope, get out of my way!!!
Love is a mixture of patience and responsibillty
Maybe I will think about that tomorrow,
Afer the party and music stop
When I decide to transform into quietness.
by Barb Berens
05.24.2014
A prisoner in my own mind
I kept my nose to the grindstone
Always working,
Always focused, always strong.
Freedom was not my operational mode
Duty, responsibility, task oriented
I missed some of the importance:
The Zest of Life.
Accused of being a 14 year old Party Girl
Well, I guess I am
With the door to independance cracking open
I run, I play, I laugh, I sing!
Today is the day the Lord has made!
Why not rejoice and be glad?
How can I express my new freedom
With maybe some temperance?
Nope. Party Girl.
Nope. Never gonna stop.
Nope, I won’t be sad
Nope, get out of my way!!!
Love is a mixture of patience and responsibillty
Maybe I will think about that tomorrow,
Afer the party and music stop
When I decide to transform into quietness.