Grown Ups
So here’s a little girl
She smiles and she laughs at your dumb
Little jokes like little lambs
Lullaby, lullaby
Of the boy bands that she loves
She’s a freshman
With kites and summer breezes
She dreams of her prince charming
Saving her from her reveries
She’ll lean her head to one side and smile
But her eyes are like a doll’s
Glassy
As she stares off at the stone castle
Off in the distance
So far you can’t see it
You can’t see it
You know why?
Neither do I
What’s she looking at?
Why does she smile so?
Like a little pink rose bloomed
On her pale face
All of the sudden.
Children
Prim, proper
Come now, be reasonable
You can’t run a business
With singing and dancing
You can’t win in the world
With a paintbrush and pen
Crisp
Say it with me
CRISP! CLEAN!
Adjust your tie
Smooth your taught skirts
Keep calm, carry on
This is why you’re here.
Grow up
BUT I DON’T WANNA!
I love this poem for many reasons, Linne. I think you capture the line that exists between children and adults, a line that often becomes a grass is always greener mentality. When we're young children, we long to grow up. When we get close to adulthood, we start to long for our childhoods again. As you will read, Holden sees a stone castle too, very similar to the one you describe.
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