Adulting Poem by Robyn Chiswell

When Peter Pan decided to never grow old
Why didn't we listen to the story that he told?
As a child, we thought adulting looked fantastic
Roaming the world free, no more toys made of plastic
If only we knew back then what we know now
Ending up with wrinkles from the adulting scowl
I don't want to cook for myself each and every night
I don't want to wonder, 'does that chicken smell alright? '
I don't want to spend Sunday's by the washing machine
I don't want to sit and wait for undies to be clean
I don't want to spend my money on paying the bills
I don't want to have to cut back on weekend thrills
I don't want to stress about when to put the heat on
I don't want to have to read the metre for EON
I don't want to have to take out the rubbish bin
I don't want the fight to pull the bag out, it will win
I don't want to have to choose between work or play
I don't want to not be on a forever holiday
I don't want to have to constantly watch my weight
I don't want to have to cut down food on my plate
I don't want to be asked about my life goals
I don't want to be judged for seeing how it rolls
Being an adult isn't all it's cracked up to be
It's a lie, it's a trick, it's a trap, can't you see?
If we retraced our steps, we'd stay young forever more
Because adulting is life's one and only chore