The Irony of Growing Up/Remember Me

I. The Irony of Growing Up

Isn't it ironic,
How the little children smile,
Though they know they'll all grow up someday?
You're only young for awhile.

One day you're young,
The next you're not,
It goes from everything feeling great,
To everything hurting a lot.

You can't live your life from day to day,
You have to plan ahead,
You must prepare for your future,
It continues until you're dead.

II. Remember Me

Sometimes you have to wonder,
"Is there really any cause?
Will what I've done ever really matter?
Will anyone remember and give pause?"

"A few old photographs,
A letter here and there,
Is all that will remain of me,
Why should I even care?"

But there are those who won't forget,
You've impacted quite a few,
Enough so that when you're gone from here,
There are those who will remember you.

Peace,
Justin