By Charles Robert Lindholm
My mind has always played mental age roulette.
When I was young I thought I was grown up.
My parents kept wanting me to lie about my age
and say I was younger than I was.
I heard that age is just a number
and when I wanted to do adult things
I couldn’t wait to get older
so I could vote, drive and do
Now that I’m older
My mind seems to be
playing mental age roulette
in a haphazard way
Sometimes I get a bit
dizzy or flustered
I wish I were younger
I hate to admit my age
I want do what I used to do
I want to be silly with grandkids
I hate that my birthday cake
is a fire hazard!!
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