A Permanent Resident

By luigi_pagano

Sat, 14 Dec 2019
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I am eighteen, the world is my oyster,
I am finally free from paternal control.
I can do what I like, revel and roister;
I want to enjoy myself and have a ball.
 
This is what I said on my coming of age,
exhilarated by an unrestrained freedom.
My parents had kept me in a gilded cage
but how much longer would I need them?
 
I was convinced I had reached maturity
and would soon move out of the house
but I recognised I had to face reality:
that I was as poor as a church mouse.
 
I didn't have an income or an occupation
and could not purchase a flat or a shed.
That was the reason of much frustration
and filled me with dejection and dread.
 
I am now twenty-five and still at home
with mum and dad in a two-up two-down
that's characterised by a garden gnome.
It is understandable my parents frown.
 
 
© Luigi Pagano 2019
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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Rather cleverly done, Luigi. In line 2 did you mean 'paternal' or 'parental'? Either would fit the meaning, wouldn't they? I hadn't thought about how close they are in spelling! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

I meant paternal, assuming that the father is the disciplinarian.
Thanks for your comment.

Luigi x