Grown-ups blues

Why do we kids just wait to grow up?
To give up what dreams we make up?
We complain and from fun we abstain
Our good old world is now a daily bane

We went around calling a spade a spade
And our days were almost easily made
We dusted our backs, went back to play
Fights forgotten, faces happy and gay

When wrinkles set in, we just droop away
Speak the things we never thought we’d say
Where went the dude, and the class clown?
Why is life sloping all the way there, down?

We all have grown older, some of us wiser
But those were days that could not get better
Why are we all losing ourselves this way?
Can we turn time back and kick the blues away?

Deepti Bhat-July 2008