Being an adult, I’ve noticed that I don’t have time for the things I used to do when I was younger. Coloring and writing poetry, to name a few. Sliding on slides and swinging on swings, to name a few more.
So, I thought maybe it’s time I did those things again. But as an adult. Especially poetry.
Let’s try it.
An Ode to Adulthood
Wait.
Why am I so tired?
I barely did anything tod–
But I did write 3 emails
And received 10 more
That I’m now anxious about answering.
And I did get up
For a drink, for a walk, for a deep breath
For a return to normalcy.
And I did clean my desk
Because I was tired of looking at
Clutter. And then
I made a list of all the things I had to do
After I get home from work.
And I am tired
Of being an adult.
