Connect the dots, growing up
When we’re little it’s easy,
Draw a line in pencil,
One black dot to another,
If you screw up, it can be fixed by a nub of pink rubber.
A little older, still easy,
Draw a line in crayon- hand steady
One black dot to another
If you screw up, it can be fixed with a kiss and a Band-Aid
Older still, getting harder
Draw a line in pen, creating your own dots,
One discovery to another,
If you screw up, it can be fixed by a few tears cried on your best friends shoulder
Full grown, seems impossible
Draw a line in mistakes,
One broken heart to another,
If you screw up it’s just another reminder of everything you haven’t done
Grey haired, full circle, easy again
Draw a line in experience,
One moment to another
Through every failure and every victory,
You finally get to see the finished picture,
It’s you.