Growing Up Is…

“One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life” – John Green

The greatest irony in the world
Is that children wish to become men,
And men wish to become children again.
As always, Time fucks both of them.

Growing up is
Taking a razor to your chin
And your car for a spin,
Ordering your own food with assertion
And treating incompetency with derision (not silence).

Growing up is
Finding farts disgusting
And burps too.
Reading verbose quicksand
When the meaning’s lost on you.

Growing up is
Filing paperwork and taxes,
Being licensed to vote, but not to kill
Plodding through life with mundane praxes
That reinforce the maturity to stay still.

I dread growing up,
With all its airs and mysteries
One minute I’m young, the next I’m old
The present transforms into History.

I prolong these milestones as long as I can
Thereby purchasing more time
To preserve my youth, with its wondrous lustre –
Is safeguarding my inner child a a crime?

Attribution: Growing old – growing up by angelntini, CC-BY-NC-SA-2.0

(NaPoWriMo 2013 #20)


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