Watching kids in the playground
When I was young and limber and given to wild rambles,
I came home from my wanderings complete with burrs and brambles.
I shed them on the carpets, I shared them via towels.
Never taking credit for the curses, shrieks and howls.
I thought my lovely meanderings among the fields and ditches
were worth the sacrifice of things brought in on my britches.
For Thursday Inspiration, the prompt is “Young.”
Druthers
What child does not plot and yearn to turn into a teen?
What teen does not look forward to leaving that age between?
Adults can drive and travel and stay up rather late.
They never have to introduce their parents to their date.
Adults do as they wish. They live at their own bidding–
at least until they marry and start in their own kidding.
Then once again they hustle to their family’s beck and call,
so it would seem that no one has a favorite phase at all.
For family life may leave us feeling exhausted and harried.
I guess the ideal phase, then, is perpetually unmarried!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Golden Age.” If you had to live forever as either a child, an adolescent, or an adult, which would you choose — and why?
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