
It seemed to happen with a click of my fingers,
When I woke in the morning I was a new me,
I’d changed while I’d wiled away my time dreaming,
A new version, a different being, a new way to be.
🙃
That one morning so long ago,
When I woke to realise I was an adult,
Time felt different, even the air I breathed tasted strange,
My body felt all grown as a result.
🙃
I realised that I could choose to say pink is the new purple,
And decide at what time I would jump into bed,
The freedom of knowing I could eat breakfast for dinner,
In fact I could do anything that popped into my head.
🙃
But trust me when I say it was a tough gig,
Responsibilities overwhelmed to a great degree,
I learnt there were valid consequences for my decisions,
And as to doing what I wanted! No, I wasn’t really free.
🙃
The problems I encountered soon become insurmountable,
I was on my own when it come to finding solutions,
There was no one to put food on the table, pay the bills,
It was up to me to make all the contributions.
🙃
Still I revelled in the delight of being my own boss,
I could awake at dawn or sleep until noon,
And to a certain extent I could come and go as I pleased,
But there was no such thing as a glorified silver spoon.
🙃
I dreamed of the life I had ahead of me,
Now that every choice was mine to make,
I could drink coffee before bed, nap on the couch,
Order takeout or destroy the kitchen when I decided to bake.
🙃
As much as the freedom of it all was heady,
It also terrified me if I was to be sincere,
There were societal rules that had to be followed,
And I soon learnt the consequences were severe.
🙃
If I chose not to go to work for a number of days,
I discovered the rent didn’t get paid and I didn’t eat,
If I stayed out drunk all night on a week day,
I realised the lack of sleep saw me dead beat.
🙃
If I ate the entire cake for dinner I’d end up sick,
And if I forgot to pay a bill, I’d be hit with a demand,
Giving myself permission to be irresponsible,
Only saw the proverbial shit hit the fan!
🙃
Adulting was not all it was cracked up to be,
If I could I’d have chosen to stay a child forever,
Let someone else be responsible for the every day decisions,
While I just played at being cute and clever!

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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (5)
Oooo, I think the best is eating breakfast for dinner! I have no idea why I love that so much! But yes, I too wish I can go back to being a child. Adulting sucks!
Absolutely amazing adulting poem!!! With everything stated being true, loved it!!!❤️❤️💕
Yes -too cute and clever This is Amazing and yet so sensible❤️ 📝Thank you, friend, for speaking on behalf of the Adults😆❗ We Feel you❗❗
In church, one of our children wanted to know what the commandment meant, "Thou shalt not commit adultery." Upon explaining it as best we could, the decided that for children it should be called "kiddery". I'd join you in the sentiment but for two things. First, I've never been cute or clever. Second, it would mean having to go through all that crap again.
Colleen, I believe we all feel that way at times. Still it was a delight to read, Diane.