I Don’t Ever Want To Grow Up

As I head into a particularly stressful meeting,

Pull out the chair, and flop into it with distaste,

This is not where I want to spend my days, my time,

To me it’s truly a terrible waste.

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As the businessmen around me discuss the day to day issues,

I’m in my head, a little girl splashing in the waves instead,

I giggle with glee as the water crashes over my head,

Gasping for breath as the waves have broken and fled.

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Oh, a dreary but necessary attendance to work’s Christmas party,

An excuse for most to drink big and become even more offensive,

But I’m sitting at the bar, staring into my drink,

Seeing myself as a little girl, studying something comprehensive.

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Mention of that terrible word, exercise,

As I drag myself onto my stationary bike,

Legs pumping, heart racing,

As my inner child is skipping through the rainforest on an enjoyable hike.

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Cleaning house, attending to those obnoxious chores,

Yes I still wash my dishes by hand,

But that little girl deep inside of me,

Is crazy dancing to some children’s band.

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A scorching hot day, but the lawn still needs to be mowed,

Sweat dripping from my forehead as I go round and round,

Little, cute, gorgeous me, is swinging through the sky,

Higher and higher, forgetting she’s in a busy playground.

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Anxiously worrying about the party I need to attend next week,

As an introvert, this is a horrid ordeal,

But my imagination will take me far,

As I pretend the adult world is no longer real.

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Instead, on that stressful night,

I’ll be sitting under a tree, just nine years of age,

Reading an exciting children’s book,

Racing through the story, from page to page.

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Beside me, listening to my child’s voice,

Will be my favourite pet, a male lion with a glorious mane,

Lazing amongst the tree roots, relaxed and sleepy,

Wanting me to read to him, again and again.

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Behind the lion is a female tiger,

Sitting and waiting for me to show her the pictures,

Pretending she is too old for such frivolity,

Until she’s roaring with laughter, holding her side from her stitches.

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Sitting up straight and staring into space,

Is my very best friend ever,

My teddy bear, always a comfort to me,

As they beg me to cut the tether to the adult world and play with them forever.

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