I was ten, a wannabe cowboy;
but then I grew up
I was seventeen, a pretend Socialist,
but then I grew up.
When I was twenty-two, marriage called hard upon me,
but I grew up.
When I was thirty, life gave me a son;
quickly I grew up.
When I was thirty-six, divorce, marriage;
and with cool composure, I grew up.
What should I say about that sad day at sixty-three
that I grew up? Hardly.
Here I am married again-
still showing up, still growing up.
Life has taught me that
nothing remains at any age.
It's learning to become
what God wants from us,
and it's all remedial.
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