Until you’re two you’re an infant

Spending your days sleeping and eating

Doing nothing but discovering the world

And everything is edible and can be hurled

The days and the hours fleeting

Every day with, what you’re needed, you’re content.

 

From two to six you’re a toddler

The world is yours to explore

And nothing can stop you from your expeditions

Except your parents, and possibly your kin

But after a nap you carry on until you bore

And those days soon become a blur.

 

From six to eleven you’re a child

And you start school, make new friends

Coloring, writing, learning shapes

Running around wearing capes

Like Superman, the world never ends

You’re ready, you’re excited, and you’re riled.

 

From twelve to fifteen you’re a preteen

Now you’re whining and annoying

You’re a teenager (even though you’re not)

And oh yikes, oh no, he’s hot

But hanging with friends is still enjoying

Even if they’re not all keen.

 

From sixteen to eighteen you’re a teen

And you hate your preteen self so much

You wish you could punch them in the face

Yet you still think you’re a big disgrace

And relationships and school and such

Are still around punching you in the spleen.

 

Eighteen to twenty six you’re a young adult

College and a new career on the way

Maybe some dates if you have the time

Moving out into a city of grime

Even though you’d like to stay

You have to leave, that’s the result.

 

Twenty six to sixty you spends your years

Being an “adult” with “responsibility”

It kind of sucks, but you have kids

And slacking off is what life forbids

Plus you need to give them every possibility

Of a new life, overcoming obstacles and fears.

 

Finally from sixty ‘til death you’re “old”

You’re given respect for the years you’ve lived

Now you can relax, and then you realize

You can look at the world through child’s eyes

Your playful ways have been revived

And that’s the truth about growing up

so I’ve been told.