When you're a kid there's a sense of wonder.
Why's the sky blue? What makes thunder?
In adolescence you're all too vexed
By the one track mind that is sex, sex, sex.
In college you form your ideas and voices.
At twenty you ponder an array of life choices.
Then you're living the good life out in society.
Away with the boredom! You crave the variety.
More serious now, a family you launch.
You might even start to develop a paunch.
You know you're no longer an adult who's a fledgling
When you find yourself watching the PBS pledging.
As I get older the wonder's still there,
But now focus shifts to the topic of hair.
That on my head gets thinner and whiter
While the bit 'bove my lip is thicker and brighter.
Though the fuzz on my legs you see less and less,
It's the stuff 'neath my nose that causes the stress.
I bleach and I pluck as much as I'm able,
Still there are days I could pass for Clark Gable.
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