All you need is love?, but money can shortly satisfy
Well I have neither, and I’m sorry I just told a lie
Love I have some, but maybe unwanted
Money I have little, soon to be squandered

Happiness with me is like a slippery bar of soap
So maybe you can see why I’ve often lost hope
I seem positive to have that which I desire
To soon see it slip away, seemingly in a fire

In the past, more often than not
When I had quit, happiness returned to me on the spot
Now day’s things seem to have changed though
Happiness doesn’t return, why? I do not know

Maybe I’ve been given up on
No longer to be fawned upon
I’ve reached the age where I’m alone
And the world is chilling me to the bone

But I didn’t write this poem as a means to whine
I wrote it simply to stand as a shrine
For all those who have shivered with me
And all those who will shiver shortly

Growing Up - CKJ
2005