When Will I Grow Up? Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

When will I grow up?
I look at others and think of nothing but another day of being small.
I go to school and there I am I can't reach things like the others.
When I go to lunch to sit with my friends. And I can't see over the table to see if they are there.
I just want to climb the stairs at night. But get told, I'm to little.
I can't reach the sink. To wash my feet. So now they stink.
I need a boost in to bed. However, I bump my head.
I lay awake and really think.
When will I grow up