A period of sunshine
Without a trace of rain
What's often seen as joyous
Contains amounts of pain
Often called the sweet age
Can often seem so sour
Leaving a bitter taste
That hurts to devour
An age without logic and reason
Struggling to find your place
Trying to fit in the puzzle
Of the body's urging race
Waiting to conquer the sweet age
To leave its anguish behind
To journey into easier times
With a lighter peace of mind.
