Maturity Poem by Don Pearson

When I’m mature and old and fat
I’ll wear a suit and bowler hat,
I’ll shave my beard and cut my hair,
Respectable (if full of care.)
Until that day, I want some fun,
For I am only Sixty-One.

I’ll find a lass of Fifty-Three
And we’ll make love beside the sea.
We’ll scandalize the neighbourhood
(And that can only do them good.)
We’ll snort good coke, play Arcade Fire,
Do all we can to rouse their ire.

Then, when I’m Sixty-Two and grey,
My toy-girl will go on her way.
I’ll iron my socks and give up booze
And growl each morning at the news.
I’ll moan about the young and free
And watch “Come Dancing” on TV.