GROWING PAINS

[Anyone else feel like this?]

I think I’ve got to own up,
Before one day I’m shown up,
That I haven’t really grown up.
I’m a fake.
Being grown up might be jolly,
But for this foolish, childish wally
The whole idea is folly -
A mistake.
I wish that I’d been taught to be
The grown up that I ought to be,
As adult as I’m thought to be.
I’m not.
One thought brings me some comfort,
[It’s a very odd and rum thought],
Are the others all in some sort
Of a plot?
Are all grown ups just pretending,
A pretence there’s no amending,
Are they children without ending,
Like me?
Well, like them I won’t be shown up,
And none of us will own up.
We’re pretending to be grown up,
Aren’t we?
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