Am I old or am I young,
I know not what I am.
My mother says I’m an adolescent,
I know not what it means.
They say I am neither a child nor an adult,
I know not who I am.
People say it’s a difficult age,
I know not what they say.
All this talk makes me nervous,
About the future.
I know not what I am to be.
For nobody knows
What the future holds.
…now that you’re here
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An ardent believer in that a good poem isn’t one that comes from, but through you, Pravin enjoys writing short but meaningful poems. Write to him at email@example.com to know more about him.