Grow’n Up
When do we stop laughing as children do,
enjoying life, careless too?
When does life’s slow grip grab us fast
with bills and troubles, slaves to the past?
Methinks the vine that strangles the free
grew up planted right next to me,
so close, in fact, I could not tell
it from me, heaven from hell,
til near too late I saw it’s hold
on my young children growing old.
So I cut the vine that held me down,
and played outside and laughed outloud
till dusk had come, now longsince gone,
kids to bed, and continue on
with work to do that must be done,
priority two after priority one!
I won’t be caught by the Hook,
I’m no fish, I’ve read the book!
Nor will I be fried by the Pan,
I’ll run away as fast as I, fast as I can!