Age

The Face that I gaze at, day after day

Is altering slowly, in everyway

Natures adding her wisdom and wit

Taking my youth, and shrinking my fit

The most worrying thing, I'm supposed to conform

To sleep through the evening, to wake up at dawn

To listen intently, give clever advice

To dress of an era, and ooze sweet and nice

The face in the mirror, is hiding the truth

I'm no different now, than I was in my youth

I'm nineteen and screaming for all that I'm worth

Bursting bedevilment, rebel and mirth

I refuse to like flowers, wear a comfortable dress

I won't sit for hours relieving my stress

I'll never do jigsaws, be pushed through the park

I'll sleep through the daylight and party through dark

Wear bright clashing green, stilettos, and socks

Swear at my peer group, and lip-lash their frocks

Play bridge so badly, they ask me to leave

Tell tales of my youth, you wouldn't believe

No candlewick bedspread or warm boots for me

You can keep your blue-rinse and your aged sympathy

I want to go skydiving, base-jumping, and more

Do everything, I've put off before

Sea fishing, snowboarding, trekking through mire

I'm not ready for wrinkles and watching the fire

Life begs my compliance, the way it should be

Curls fixed on my head, reading glasses, and tea

I'm not giving in, and I won't be reserved

My children are warned, its what I deserve

All my life I've been passive, to their every trend

Payback is nearing, beginning or end?

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