The Child Is Still There Poem by Phil Soar

The child in me is still around
Although I'm almost 65 years old
I feel Like I should be on the naughty step

Sitting there with that stupid face
Making it look like I have been mortally wounded
With Mum or Dad grounding me for two weeks

No toys, No treats, until I get a gold star
For behaving in the appropriate manner
When 'appropriate' for me, is just being silly

It doesn't tend to happen in the work place
'At 65, you should know better' H.R. will say
But the child in me is looking for a way out

And it usually finds a way as I get grumpy
So much to be grumpy about
And the 'Nah Nah Ne Nah Nah' is not far away

I find myself in the 'candy' aisle at the superstore
Putting things in the cart that no-one sees
Until at the checkout, someone says 'who put that there? '

The reminders that I should 'Act my age' don't get my approval
Inside I am still the boy I was at 5
The child in me is still around