Jumping the Gun
At nine months he wants to walk
But he staggers, stumbles, and falls
At age three he tries to ride a real bike
He should have stuck to his trike
At twelve he intends to drive a car
He doesn't get very far
In love at fourteen, he's ready for marriage
Oops! Forgot about the baby carriage
At fifteen, he can't wait to go to work
Drops out of school -- What a jerk!...
A long time passes; now he's seventy-five
Can't understand why he didn't thrive
He just never learned that jumping the gun
Leads to frustration instead of fun
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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