There are those, <br />Spoiled from birth... <br />Who believe they can do, <br />Exactly what they please... <br />When and to whom they choose. <br /> <br />They do not accept responsibility for their actions. <br />And accuse others for being insensitive, <br />When their lack of accountability... <br />Infringes upon those deeds they perceive, <br />Are discussed too direct and much too frank. <br /> <br />These folks, <br />Are fighting internal battles. <br />And they surround themselves with others, <br />They rely to protect them... <br />From the pain of reality. <br /> <br />Unfortunately, <br />And eventually... <br />They are 'forced' to be the adults, <br />They dress outwardly and masquerade to be! <br /> <br />Very few, <br />Walking upon this Earth... <br />Are going to stagnate their own growth, <br />Raising stunted children's minds... <br />Charading themselves in adult bodies, <br />For too long! <br />Knowing something about this, <br />Is sick and wrong! <br /> <br />These times are changing much too fast... <br />To keep a grasp onto aging hands! <br />Especially when the traffic, <br />Is moving like it is... <br />In all directions.<br /><br />Lawrence S. Pertillar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aging-hands/
