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OH GROW UP

That resourceful, grief stricken six year old boy
Impetuous lad still demanding control
With my impulses plays, his favorite toy
Betimes undermines my mature adult role

Perpetually craving a dopamine fix
He lures me to unhealthy diversions
He whispers “come on...one last time, just for kicks.”
While my will to resist he imprisons

Prescription pills I am told
Will stifle diminutive tyrants
But I fear growing too old
Losing my humor, my vibrance

For my little man is always curious
finding joy in the simplest of things
I dread being dull ever serious
With new focus I pray he still sings
Written by Gahddess_Worship (Osomajestuoso)
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Author's Note
Poem #2 for Napo/GlopoWrimo; Just now diagnosed with AD/HD...in my 50's for heavens sake. I wish I'd known and been treated much earlier...or do I?
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