The Pain Of Growing Up Poem by Green Peace

To smile at the rural maidens
To pluck flowers of the garden
Is no more the same attitude
The spirit speaks rude.

To adore the butterflies
To watch the skies
To touch the dew
To gaze at the peacock blue.

The innocence has vanished
Its place has been taken by rationality
The crushed pain
Of the sprouting simplicity.

Skepticism has more privilege
The dwindling faith's advantage
Tantrums turned to rage
Scaling high stages.

Happiness changes with every phase of life
Eternal, transient seasons
Life is short, art is long
Happiness is a mere episode in the tragicomedy of a man's life.