I don't like it either,
but, I have to do what must be done,
what must be taken care of,
seems a lot like growing up!
I have learned that life won't let me be,
the child that I want to be ...
responsibilities are always tugging at my sleeves,
I do the best that I can do,
but, it always seems to find me.
Somewhere on the highway,
I pulled over on the shoulder,
Just attempting to survive,
Sammy and I agreed on this,
I can't travel 55!
That is where they both converged,
two unlikely thoughts - - -
It does not matter if I like it,
What matters is, ' can I make it work '?
- - - one way or another.
The Kitty can be skinned in many ways,
BUT, let's not do that to our cat!
I don't like it either,
evolving to maturity, means more responsibility,
more, and more like growing up,
more like growing old,
more like less of life left,
like the story to be told yet ...
Barry Van Allen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chasing-my-tale/
