Life Time Poem by Dillon Pinfold

First there was childhood, running about and nap time, blegh who wants to go to bed,
then nap time became a memory, like childhood packed away, a memory in our head.

Then we’re teens, never wrong we knew it all and it went by fast,
I still remember half wishing it would and half it wouldn’t last.

Now adults, not fine and whole, close but wholly fine,
seeking to become men and women, a Standard our friends and family do define.

Moving on to the middle aged, we feel high strung, stuffy, in a cage,
motorcycles ponytails, midlife crisis are all the rage.

Then we’re old one foot in, behaving at our best and worse,
half fearing the hearse in every verse,
the others teens again, not caring if they got caught winking at the nurse.