The Year I Gave Up Childish Things
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 NaPoWrMo prompt is to construct a poem of “things.”
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
This is such a fun poem, Judy
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Thanks, Roberta.
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Yep 🙂
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Uh-uh, Judy! Perhaps when I am NEVER! Ditto you, my feisty friend!
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I think I enjoy life a LOT more now than when I was younger. Now, I’m alive and without any major goals except to stay alive. It doesn’t get better than this.
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Fun, fun, fun
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Love your attitude towards life.
And loved this poem so much, I am going to reblog it.
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Reblogged this on Salted Caramel.
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I hope not, but sixty-nine sounds like the answer…
Here are my last twelve years and a poem with things that are irreversible:
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