All Grown Up Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Another hopeful starry eyed dreamer
strikes off on her own
to carve out a place,
live it her way, call all the shots
whether you like it or not.

Freedom's bus careens off roads
into ditches, smacks into walls;
reckless, with no common sense at all,
freedom is a child with one speed,
lofty goals, and no controls.

But she will learn, it will be her life's story;
because experience teaches each one of us
that our roads have the same destination
and all lead to the same revelation...
'it is WE who crash ourselves.'