Grown-Up
Was it for this I uttered prayers,
And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,
That now, domestic as a plate,
I should retire at half-past eight?
Disclaimer: I should hope to always keep the wonder of a child with me, to find joy in the little things, to not dismay when grown-up reponsibilites take root and to always remember to dance and play. Life is really too short to be only grown-up and no child.
