Parents sure have lots of rules, <br />things to do and not do. <br />I’ll be glad when I get big <br />and growing up is gone through. <br /> <br />I won’t need a dentist <br />or a barber for my hair, <br />and I’ll go buy a chocolate cake <br />that I won’t have to share. <br /> <br />Maybe, I’ll stay up all night, <br />eat junk and watch TV. <br />If I want, I’ll sleep all day. <br />No more rules for me! <br /> <br />“How will you get up for work? <br />You might get fired”, Mom said. <br />“You won’t make any money <br />by sleeping late in bed.” <br /> <br />Why would I need money? <br />Who needs money anyway? <br />Rules are bad. When I grow up <br />I’ll do fun things all day. <br /> <br />How would you pay your rent? <br />How will you buy a car? <br />How would you buy your big-boy clothes? <br />(you’ll be bigger than you are) . <br /> <br />You’ll have to buy the food you eat. <br />You’ll have to have a phone. <br />How will you pay the heating bill? <br />‘Cause surely you’ll buy a home. <br /> <br />I hadn’t thought of all of that. <br />I can’t do that stuff. <br />It doesn’t sound like fun at all <br />and I don’t know enough. <br /> <br />Mom said as I get bigger, <br />the rules get bigger, too, <br />but when we start at my age, <br />growing up is fun to do. <br /> <br />She said people grow like houses, <br />step by step and brick by brick. <br />That’s the way we all grow up <br />and having rules is part of it.<br /><br />C.J. Heck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rules-children/
