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Too Young

On my eighteenth birthday,
I was blue and depressed.
Didn’t want to grow up.
With childhood I was impressed.

Now in my fortieth summer
The world really amazes me,
I still think and wonder
What yet to do and be.

I am still curious like a child
With thoughts and actions rather wild,
I hate to do what I am told.

Nothing is what time means to me,
I still don’t want grown up to be.
I’m just too young to be old.

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Structured: Western
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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Juvenile delinquency refers to the failure of the children and youth to meet certain obligations expected of them by the society in which they live.

"By virtue of creativity, my literary genre is poetry".

~Jackweb

That is correct. Every imposed obligation is a possible path to revolt.

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Exactly Jack W.

"By virtue of creativity, my literary genre is poetry".

~Jackweb

Great poem. Awesome subject. Your comment however…striking!

“Every imposed obligation is a possible path to revolt.“

That’s poetic as ever!

Tim

Many thanks for your comment.

Cheers,
Jack

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have you been reading my mind? LOL!

*always, Cat & eddy styx

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