You
So desperate
With such a longing to grow up.
You fool almost everyone.
But I see you.
Because I look past all the new.
The muscles you've worked for.
The strength in your stride.  
Because when I look at you
All I see
Are your hands.
Both hesitant and shaking.
Not certain of what they are.
Fiddling with nearest objects.
Unable to stay still.

You may feel
Old
Strong
And big.
But I don't see it.
Because you still have child's hands.