Grown Ups Poem by Roberta James Mitchell

grown ups always wear gray suits when they work,
they always complain about trafic and weather,
they hate mondays and curse them but love
that they always get paid for working in that awful day.

grown ups, they don't watch cartoons
and they always have clean shoes.
they want little kids to be peaceful,
sit, still and quiet.

i never want to grow up and work in an office,
trying to be a child and playing with papper plains,
grounding kids for playing and having fun
if they even dare to try that in a classroom.

grown ups promise things they never meant to acomplish.
they work and get home late,
they're angry when they haven't eat.
they drink and next day feel like hell.

why would anyone want to grow up? ?
they work, pay bills and have responsability,
they know about politics and complain o' what they know,
why whould anyone want such a complicated life?

i don't wanna grow up,
when they get there, they always want to go back.
i don't wanna grow up,
i wanna stay like this forever,
tell nature to stop it's time.





- sorry i didn't fisnish it up earlier, but i had to eat =P