Growing Up
Growing Up
Written: by Tom Wright
11-3-2016
I had no penchant for letting things slide,
Thinking perhaps, they might go away.
I would grow a backbone and deal with it,
And let the chips fall where they may.
I’ve endured swelling, and uttered words,
These things I own, and while not pleased.
This attitude has resulted in who I became,
And impulses, with age, have not eased.
Growing up I was thought of as stubborn,
And hard headed, from Mom, I oft heard.
Seems I always had an opinion to express,
At 80 I still think, I’m a “tough Old bird.”
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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