Growing Old Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

What is going on.
In the minds of today's grown folks.
Most of them appear,
To have heads attached to necks.
With it to 'assume',
A thinking is done.
Since some use their minds for that.

Now,
I am not normally one to pass judgement.
But on this I feel I must.
There are some grown people,
Well over the age of 21.
Although there are children more adult,
Than their parents will ever become.
And my patience to tolerate,
Children of any age.
Leaves me feeling today as if I am crazed.
Because I do not accept,
Games to play.
Or those with minds that stay,
Seeking ways to remain...
Looking young.
And proving they can be just as dumb.
It has been quite some time,
Since I have retired from stupidity.
However,
Many who have grown have also shown...
They are not yet prepared,
To acknowledge they are closer to 80.
Than the babies they will never be again.
Yet still they depend,
On their acts of foolishness...
With others to begin then pretend innocence.
And all I offer is this...
Doses of 'Wake The F**k Up'.
That first dose is free.
After that,
I do charge a fee.
With it made clear,
My donations are not always for goodwill.
Or acts of charity.