Growing Up

When I was young and busy having fun I was occupied with growing up Putting my mothers shoes And maybe some of her rogue Shinny jewelry was my favorite As I became a teenager I would revert to younger behavior Testing my parents limits In to my twenties Growing up brought on newer responsibilities And some brought alcohol hostiles Then came motherhood Sleepless nights and a sick baby Growing up wasn’t so important Sleeping was, because Unlike childhood I couldn’t wait to rest on my pillow Now I’m in a new age bracket I like peace and quiet and I’m tired of racket I no longer wish to grow up In fact as each birthday passes I find I reach more for my glasses And I Wish to be younger again