poem / we-grew-up-too-soon

I crossed out one more square On my Bingo grid that day And when I thought the game unfair You better grow up, they say

For now in triumphant victory I saw Only others' humiliating defeat While as a kid, I lost only to stare in awe At my friends' winning feat

No longer did I spend the morn Playing Monopoly and game For growing up had me torn Between family and late teen fame

Envious are those times when I hoarded love—free and fair But now bottled up and uneven I struggle to receive my own share

Yet, staring at my crossed out calendar Humming a melancholic tune Letting my mind freely wander I realised we grew up too soon