“Growing old is compulsory, growing up is optional”
Growing Up?
Growing up?
Such a pain in the ass
Can’t I just pass?
Fifty knocking at the door
Oh what a bore
The golden middle age
The wisdom of a sage
But feeling closer to nineteen
Like the proverbial prom queen
Act your age
Usually the phrase
Leaving me wondering
Who are you mothering
I’m not a child
Even though wild
Growing up?
What’s the point
Not even a joint
Or a few
Can cheer you
If you can’t have fun
On the play ground
Beyond fifty one
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
never ever grow up!!!
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I promise not to 🙂
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At least from your writing you could pass for twenty something. I actually thought you were younger. I guess it’s all about how you feel!
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Forever nineteen I be!
Therefore, I shalt take thy statement as a compliment 😉
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As you should
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