Afterschool Games

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

Have my childish naughty deeds,
Left me to be considered foolish...
And elementary.
By a desire to feel accountable.
I feel mature but not prudish.
Or priggish to excess.
Nor can I be innocently tested.

But my eyes though bright,
I do admit have aged.
Overnight have grown wise.
With a need now I have,
To master my responsibilities.
What on Earth has happened to me?

I would guess that's what this discovery is,
A maturity.
By another description depicted perhaps?
Seasoned with the passing of many moons.
Since the 'kids' I once knew as I grew unassuming,
Seem still to be wanting to play...
The same afterschool games.

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