TEENAGE YEARS
In a long ago day no term such as teenager
was inferred
Upon reaching pubescence adulthood was
conferred
No separate entity were teenage years
thought to be
Anymore than 20 or 30 even 93
The business of giving separate age a place
on life's map
Has turned out to be nothing but a load
of crap
"I'm a teenager" they will wail and whine
Implying "your life is less valuable than
mine"
"I'm your replacement" is what they're
trying to say
But they should at their feet what's crawling
on the floor
Their own replacements will be ready a couple
years or more
Copyright © Elizabeth Smith | Year Posted 2015
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