Author: Barbara Goodhew
When I was young couldn't wait to be older and mature.
Now I have aged and matured.
Wish I wasn't in such a hurry.
I'd like to be nurtured.
When I was young my biggest worry was
getting caught where I didn't belong.
Now my worries are kids, money and
Let the mature people worry spend your
time enjoying being young.
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