Symmetry

Oh, how I hate being a kid, people telling me what to do. Oh, how I hate being old, everyone orders me around too. Oh, how I hate being a kid, adults reminding me what I can't do. Oh, how I hate being old, they don't even trust me to get to the loo. Oh, how I hate being a kid, not allowed to drive and have any fun. Oh, how I hate being old, lost my license, now must I run? Oh, how I hate being a kid, ladies call me darling and sweetie. Oh, how I hate being old, they call me that too, it's like verbal graffiti. Oh, how I hate being a kid, now I'm getting bumps on my face. Oh, how I hate being old, sixty years later and of bumps still a trace. Oh, how I hate being a kid, I look at the girls and can just pant. Oh, how I hate being old, I look at the girls and just can't. Young to old, change your face, change your name, when it all comes 'round things stay the same.

Bluejay

Veteran of old My Poetry Forum before its hiatus. Happy to be back.

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