I adore Judy’s attitude towards life. It is so evident in this fun poem where she refuses to grow up.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown
The Year I Gave Up Childish Things
The Year I Gave Up Childish Things
At the age of sixty-eight,
I’ve no wish to equivocate.
Is there a time when childhood ends?
When we give up playful friends?
Cease to lie in grass and dream?
Drink our coffee without cream?
Always do what’s reasonable
in order to avoid life’s trouble?
Say no to candy and dessert?
Cease to giggle, joke and flirt?
If so, I can’t remember mine.
Perhaps when I am sixty-nine!
The NaPoWrMo prompt is to construct a poem of “things.”
Thanks for reblogging, Tanya. Glad you enjoyed it.
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