To Fernando Poem by Juan Olivarez

It seems that you're rushing,
To here and to there.
And when you stop moving,
You've got to nowhere.

And you're missions to get,
As old as you can,
In a small space of time,
Devil take Peter Pan.

You detest being young,
And attached to your room.
You abhor doing chores,
Please don't mention that broom.

You want a play station,
A girl and a car.
You tell me that walking,
You can't get that far.

But you see I was there,
Oh so long ago.
And I had to walk,
To get to the show.

I Iived by myself,
And I had no one.
To talk to, or fight with,
My moms only son.

And I started rushing,
To get older quick.
I had lots of fun,
I had my kicks.

But if truth would be told,
And I'd lost what I'd gained.
I'd give it all up,
To be sixteen again.

3/29/2003 Alton Texas