The Year I Gave Up Childish Things

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The Year I Gave Up Childish Things

At the age of sixty-eight,
I’ve no wish to equivocate.
Is there a time when childhood ends?
When we give up playful friends?
Cease to lie in grass and dream?
Drink our coffee without cream?
Always do what’s reasonable
in order to avoid life’s trouble?
Say no to candy and dessert?
Cease to giggle, joke and flirt?
If so, I can’t remember mine.
Perhaps when I am sixty-nine!

The prompt: Write about a defining moment in your life when you were forced to grow up in an instant (or a series of instants).https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/when-childhood-ends/

13 thoughts on “The Year I Gave Up Childish Things

    1. lifelessons Post author

      Actually I just stopped using milk in my coffee this week. Yolanda was stunned! Don’t know what I’ll do with the case of lactose free nonfat milk I bought a few weeks ago. Someone once asked me, “If there’s no lactose in it and no fat, what is it? Is it still milk? Ha.

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