I Have To Do Grown-Up Things Poem by Stephen Martin II

every once in a while i think
of the songs charlotte use to sing
from her web down on that farm
at a better time in my life

a dozen years before
life made so much sense
and at least twenty before
i realized it doesn't

with fresh hot thoughts
and feelings of abandonment
i sometimes wished that
i was zuckerman's famous pig

now instead i aspire to be...
well i am not quite sure
but i know that it is time
i have to do grown-up things