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The Road of Growing Up
by
Suzanne Tyson
The road of
growing up, young friend, is a hard one, yes
indeed,
so take the word of someone who knows, an ancient
old geezer like me.
When you think you know what you think you know,
you find yourself in the dark.
Life bites you in the you know what like a vicious,
toothy shark.
I thought I had grown up, my friend, in every
conceivable way,
after all, I’ve lived a lot years, (more years than
I will say),
then I found I knew not what I knew, it was turned
and turned around,
The facts were fiction, the fiction was facts, and
not a single fact was sound.
Now I know. I’ve come to see. The road of life is
best for me.
I ignore the years upon my face and have chosen to
join the human race.
There’ll be no growing up. I have no time for that.
I have too many things to do. A child knows that
fact.
The road of growing up, young friend, is a hard
one, yes, indeed,
so take the word from someone who knows, an ancient
old geezer like me.
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