A poem on Getting Older

I Go Around

By C. Miller

Used to go around wearing only tank tops.

Now I go around wearing only tee shirts.

Used to go around to the mall and the movies.

Now I go around to the living room couch.

Used to go around to all my friends houses.

Now I go around my own.

Used to go around making pasta for my homies.

Now I go around making dinner for my man.

Used to go around on the bus or I'm walking.

Now I go around in my own grey car.

Used to go around with my mom to buy groceries.

Now I go around buying groceries on my own.

Used to go around school, study hard, play harder.

Now I go around teaching what I used to learn.

Used to go around, watch them playing.

Now I go around playing for myself. 

Used to go around, young, naive, lonely.

Now I go around, older, and content.

Used go around, thinking time was an ocean.

Now I go around, thinking time's all but spent.

Used to go around wishing I were a bit older, a bit farther, a bit closer to complete.

Now I go around, reminiscing about missing all the little things that make living obsolete. 

Used to go around, be afraid of the end.

Now I go around with joy on the mend. 

The older that you get, 

the more it matters most, 

That days are for living

 not chasing some ghost.