All grown up are we?
Happy with who we have come to be?
Despite the path taken
Not being right, still leaving us shaken?
A mind too keen
A heart too green
Thoughts that shatter
Emotions that clatter
Too much thinking
Leaves feelings stinking
Sex objectified
Love life totally fried
Early life intellectually pushed
Little child shouts immediately shushed
Born to live the lives of others – treadmilled
By the parental generation unfulfilled
What a bloody mess
Who would have guessed
Wars that kill through the ages
Still – in peace – extracting familial wages
© Charles Tolman
Reflections, Ramblings and Rumblings 