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Premature Maturation

The trouble with aging Is people believe it requires A “growing up” A period of maturation (did I spell that right). I’ve been around for Three quarters of a century With a foot in two millennia And I still think Pharts are Phunny. All my secrets are safe Because I only told them to the dog. I still make carrot and green bean fangs At the supper table. If I “grew up” I wouldn’t Climb trees to “get that apple, Papa” Get on the trampoline with a 2 year old Stop for Slushies with my Granddaughter on the way home from her gymnastics class. When asked “How are you doing?” I reply: “I’m sitting up, taking nourishment, Tying my own shoes and going out to play”.

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Date: 10/1/2023 7:57:00 PM
Those last three lines are for framing you granddaddy-baby, you!! What a roar.
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Date: 10/1/2023 4:56:00 PM
Awesome poem. Maybe we're like the bouncing rubber ball, still bouncing, but not banging off the walls.
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Date: 10/1/2023 9:53:00 AM
Just because my hair is gray and growing in places it shouldn't, does not mean it has to be a cage to my youthful exuberance.
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Date: 10/1/2023 2:52:00 AM
We should all be young at heart and let that inner child roam free.. nice one John.
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Date: 9/30/2023 6:57:00 PM
It’s clear to me that you have Peter Pan Syndrome. Never grow up, John! You are amazing just the way you are.
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Lin Lane
Date: 10/1/2023 2:37:00 AM
Get a big enough stick and swing.
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John Lawless
Date: 9/30/2023 7:26:00 PM
Well, Lin, as I always say "if ya can't beat 'em....hit 'em with a stick and run."

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