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 © | Year Posted 2015

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Laurie Avatar
March 6, 2015 at 5:10 PM
G'day Elizabeth... Kids having kids; grandparents at thirty... I can relate to your poem easily Elizabeth but thankfully not close to home. Thank you Elizabeth - Lindsay
Smith Avatar
March 7, 2015 at 8:50 AM
Hello there Lindsay. Yes agree with you. Had four myself but not the whiny kind I wrote about. HaHa
Allison Avatar
March 6, 2015 at 5:00 PM
This made me smile Elizabeth - I work in a school with teenagers! the final two couplets made me smile - sadly some of them are producing offspring the minute they leave school:-( a 7 from me:-) Hugs jan xx
Allison Avatar
March 7, 2015 at 9:03 AM
The majority of the kids are delightful ... the rest I just hope they grown up and learn some manners and respect when they enter the 'real world' Hugs jan xx
Smith Avatar
March 7, 2015 at 9:01 AM
Hi Jan - thanks - appreciate your comment. You are the expert in this matterHaHa. Don't know why I thought of this snarky poem. I've had four "teenagers" at home at one time(my kids). I don't re member them being THAT whiny
Smith Avatar
March 7, 2015 at 8:54 AM
Well Jan I'm sure you run across the self important ones at times but hopefully not too many. HaHa I don't know why I thought of this snarky poem . I've had four teenagers in my house at one time(my kids) I don't think they were that whiny.
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