Teenage Years.

Oh, our 'teenage years',
The best years of our lives,
Snatched away so quickly,
When adulthood arrives.

Transformation quickly:
From child, to teen, to grown;
Sometimes leaves you thinking:
You've never felt more alone.

No one understands you:
Until you turn eighteen,
Until you reach that twenty one,
It's about what you have been.

And when you are an adult,
What fun is left for us?
Endless work, alarm clocks?
A teen would make a fuss.

A teen: you wish you're adult,
Because nothing then is fair;
But yet when you're an adult:
Look to teens and wish you're there.

A conundrum at its finest,
To be a teen for ever,
Impossible, yet goals for most,
A wish which they endeavour.

And so we make them worth it:
These teen years, worth our time;
Because age is catching up with us,
We cannot stop its climb.