The Grahamburglar Poet Free verse

Crayons

I’m not certain when it happens.
When the high fidelity stereo of a youthful past
Drowns in the monophonic static of tomorrow’s responsibilities.
When cowboys and indians or cops and robbers
Become traffic tickets and the politically correct, Native Americans.
When the king of the castle ends up under a mortgage and tax escrow
Owned by bank and government alike for standing strong on a playground boulder.
When the real fear of catching cooties from the girls at recess
Gives way to the real fear of catching cooties from girls in your bedroom.
But it invariably does. 
You wake up and notice something interesting about mirrors.
Your reflection isn’t there anymore.
That person doesn’t know that fruity pebbles taste better than bran flakes.
That pens and pencils are made for drawing, not writing checks.
And crayons are better still. 
That person has forgotten that mornings are to be celebrated 
And bedtime is another way of spelling tantrum time.
That person is a grown up.
And certainly, that person isn’t you.
Are they?

04/24/15

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Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser April 26, 2015 at 11:52 PM Intriguing deep lines that is placed with two meanings or more that i can perceive! brilliant.. ~ olive eloisa The Grahamburglar April 27, 2015 at 10:45 AM Thanks, Olive. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Kp Nunez April 25, 2015 at 7:50 PM Had to read twice to REALLY understand, as I know there's a deeper meaning behind the obvious...I find that I like your interpretation of being an adult...someone who is able to function fully well with his role yet has not forgotten the simple pleasures or appreciation of what it means to be young...A 7. Blessings for the contest! Kim :) The Grahamburglar April 25, 2015 at 7:56 PM Always more to the story than what the words say. ;) I think that's what makes poetry so fun (to read and to write.) There's always something written between the lines. Thanks for reading, Kim (twice), and for the generous rating.

Judy Konos April 24, 2015 at 5:56 PM Yep! Sho Tis! That's what happens when look away for just a moment...and the next thing you know....poof....So enjoy what's left....And love your poetry...