From my quirky adolescence
I recall my effervescence
Which is now in obsolescence
In my grown up state
I did many things so cad-like
Thought by adults to be bad-like
Can’t now do them, so I’m sad-like
I’m so out of date
All those teenag-ey illusions
Weren’t more than just delusions
Caused by teenag-ey confusions
They called growing up
Never took things much too hearty
Every day seemed like a party
Being alecky and smarty
When I bravo-ed up
But, now I am a senior
No longer just a teen-ior
I act much more pristine-ior
It seems so bleak
My time is spent in viewing
Watching TV junk that’s spewing
Doing nothing worth taboo-ing
I’m an old antique
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Lovely, lovely, lovely! ! ! I'm beginning to feel one of those too! Again a lovely write by your penmanship. Very well produced and expressed. Thank you. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX