writings on life

Adulthood

I’ve heard people say they loathe getting old

Aging is inevitable

As are the wrinkles and waistlines, I’m told

At 34 though I’m starting to see that it’s incredible

I think I was right when I was a kid

I told my parents, “I can’t wait till I get to be an adult”

It wonder if they took that as an insult

Here I am

Where they once were

My father was right when he told me years ago, “That which I am, you soon will be,”

Adulthood: what liberty

I finally finished my education, got married, and bought a house

We even have a canine

We go to the beach

I like my job

Life’s like a sweet wine

I pay my taxes

Drive my old truck at the speed limit          

Watch the seasons at each one elapses

Still date my teenage sweetheart

Homework is done at my discretion

I get to vote in every election

I set my bedtime

Make my own meals

Buy what I desire

It’s so great, I don’t think I’ll ever retire

I work out to keep the expanding waistline away

My hair’s grown darker and has a few strands of gray

My hips and shoulders pop sometimes

Wisdom has taught me to not always speak my mind

I watch the kids getting on the school bus

They make a fuss, like I did

Glad I’m no longer a kid

But the strange thing is that time has sped up

It used to move slow

I’ve figured out what my parents already know

I’m where they used to be

Where they are I’ll soon follow

Best to be a good adult: work, pay my taxes, hang out with my husband and dog

Surely life isn’t so hollow

But it seems it is an evanescent fog

I’m gonna run while I can

Find knowledge

Enjoy the outdoors

I suppose it’s all part of the Creator’s plan

I feel blessed to get old, to do adulthood’s chores

I’m not sure how old I’ll be

When death calls me

But as an adult right now, I have a lot of peace

Even after my final fall

I’m confident I’ll rise again when my name’s called

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