GROWING UP

I started out very small
and grew to be sorta tall.

But it seems, the more I grew,
that it was, the less I knew.

And though I guess, it must be real,
the more I know, the smaller I feel.


     What is something that makes you feel great?  What is something that makes you feel small?  Can you try writing a poem about that today?  Have fun considering this poetry prompt.