I've been thinking a lot lately,
About growing up
And what I know is this:
I don't want to grow old
Not
One
Bit

But

I imagine, that
Growing up
(Growing old)
Even though you're creaky,
And some things don't really work all too well
(Like they used to)
You have so much in you,
Hundreds of memories
Thousands of tidbits of knowledge
All accumulated over the years

So sure, I don't want to be old and creaky
But I don't think that I'd mind
Being full of wisdom

It'd be a nice change,
That's for **** sure

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