Too Short
I was a baby a long time ago.
Take a look at these picture I have to show.
What happened to that cute kid? I don’t know.
Just like anybody else, I had to grow.
That purity and innocence flew out the window.
When old enough, I was given the heave-ho.
With duties and responsibilities, I kept with the flow.
A fully-grown adult is what you see here.
Strained peas and carrots gave way to pretzels and beer.
Are scientists working to keep us young forever?
That will be a Nobel Prize-worthy endeavor!
My entire life I earned and gave.
Any day now, I’ll be put in a grave.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2013
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