Judith Viorst

(February 2, 1931)

Fifteen, Maybe Sixteen Things To Worry About - Poem by Judith Viorst

My pants could maybe fall down when I dive off the diving board.
My nose could maybe keep growing and never quit.
Miss Brearly could ask me to spell words like stomach and special.
(Stumick and speshul?)
I could play tag all day and always be "it."
Jay Spievack, who's fourteen feet tall, could want to fight me.
My mom and my dad--like Ted's--could want a divorce.
Miss Brearly could ask me a question about Afghanistan.
(Who's Afghanistan?)
Somebody maybe could make me ride a horse.
My mother could maybe decide that I needed more liver.
My dad could decide that I needed less TV.
Miss Brearly could say that I have to write script and stop printing.
(I'm better at printing.)
Chris could decide to stop being friends with me.

The world could maybe come to an end on next Tuesday.
The ceiling could maybe come crashing on my head.
I maybe could run out of things for me to worry about.
And then I'd have to do my homework instead.

Comments about Fifteen, Maybe Sixteen Things To Worry About by Judith Viorst

  • Rookie Esmeralda Rodriguez (12/8/2006 11:10:00 PM)

    hahaha I can relate, I can relate to the point that I created the term CPS for myself, Chronic Procrastinating Syndrome. (Report) Reply

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