As I Grow Old Poem by Abbey Rigney

As i grow old

I notice the new toys on the commercial,
but have zero desire to say 'i want that'.

My Halloween costumes are dying down.

I don't even wake up early enough
to watch Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade anymore.

I never find myself saying, 'I'm bored' anymore.

And so here i am, realizing these little things
that are changing, and i just hope

That when it comes time for me to have children of my own,
that they will take me back to those good ol' days.
when time seemed endless, and my imagination ran wild.

When things weren't as difficult and when
being a kid was all i knew how to do.