What happens when it comes?
Will it be a shock for me?
Will I cry? Will I smile?
Or will there just be apathy?
A tear is grand,
For joy or for sorrow,
Yet apathy is unwelcome,
Unforgiving and hollow.
Painful nights, sighs of relief,
Emotion and passion, 
Yet a shrug of the shoulders
A new growing fashion.
But times aren't changing,
In fact we aren't getting older,
Or younger,
We're just getting taller.