Sandbox Chronicles: The Art of Adulting

In the sandbox of life, where dreams are cast,

We trade our crayons for bills amassed.

The teddy bear's embrace, once tight and warm,

Now sits on the shelf, as responsibilities swarm.

The sandbox's grains, once soft and fine,

Now feel like deadlines, in every line.

Crayons dull with the weight of years,

As we sketch out plans, amidst our fears.

Bills pile high like castles in sand,

Each one a reminder, of life's demand.

Responsibilities, a heavy crown to bear,

In the sandbox of life, we learn to care.

Teddy bear's eyes, once bright and keen,

Now watch over us, in the grown-up scene.

A silent guardian in the night,

As we navigate life on life's terms, just right.

Being overwhelmed, a common plight,

Yet in this sandbox, we find our might.

With crayons and teddy bears by our side,

We'll face each bill, with courage inside.

For life is but a sandbox game,

With crayons and teddy bears to claim.

And though the bills may come and go,

We'll find our way, as we grow.

In this play of shadows, where light meets night,

We find the strength to continue the fight.

The crayons may break, the teddy may fray,

But the spirit within us will always stay.

For every castle that crumbles in time,

Teaches us resilience, a mountain to climb.

And in each grain of sand, a lesson lies,

Under the vast, endless skies.

So let's color outside the lines once more,

With hearts wide open, ready to soar.

For in the sandbox of life, we are free,

To be the artists of our own destiny.