Premature Maturation
The trouble with aging
Is people believe it requires
A “growing up”
A period of maturation
(did I spell that right).
I’ve been around for
Three quarters of a century
With a foot in two millennia
And I still think Pharts are Phunny.
All my secrets are safe
Because I only told them to the dog.
I still make carrot and green bean fangs
At the supper table.
If I “grew up” I wouldn’t
Climb trees to “get that apple, Papa”
Get on the trampoline with a 2 year old
Stop for Slushies with my Granddaughter
on the way home from her gymnastics class.
When asked “How are you doing?”
I reply: “I’m sitting up, taking nourishment,
Tying my own shoes and going out to play”.
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