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Don't Want To Grow Old

Know What?

I don’t want to

never, ever, ever

grow old.

Not after what I’ve seen.

We went to visit

Grandma and Grandpa

in a house that’s

purple and green.

They must be

A million years old,

or at least maybe forty-five.

Mom and Dad

said they looked really good.

I’m amazed they’re

still alive.

They didn’t have a bit of candy.

Just crackers

dipped in honey.

Their clothes didn’t fit

and the whole house

smelled kind of funny.

They were

thin as a rail,

white as a ghost,

blind as a bat

and deaf as a post.

They said

it was amazing

how I haven’t changed.

Then all day called me

by my brothers’ name.

They say

it happens to every one.

And it’s not so bad

I’m told.

But still....

I don’t want to

never, ever, ever

grow old.

 

© 2000 Guy Workman

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