Just a phase she's going through?

From Where I'm Standing

Do I really want to be a grown-up?
As a kid I thought I did.

But when I catch sight of adults
I see long faces. Sad cases.

I hear them moan about their responsibilities.
What about fun? They have none.

Do I really want to join a world of wrinkles,
woe and worry? I'm in no hurry.


Poem copyright Bernard Young