A funny poem about life, being grown-up, and what happens at Christmas with age. I am sure we can all relate to the verses in this poem by Edgar A. Guest and how age
changes our Christmas! Also, you may be inspired by the other poems about growing up.
Last year he wanted building blocks,
And picture books and toys,
A saddle horse that gayly rocks,
And games for little boys.
But now he's big and all that stuff
His whim no longer suits;
He tells us that he's old enough
To ask for rubber boots.
Last year whatever Santa brought
Delighted him to own;
He never gave his wants a thought
Nor made his wishes known.
But now he says he wants a gun,
The kind that really shoots,
And I'm confronted with a son
Demanding rubber boots.
The baby that we used to know
Has somehow slipped away,
And when or where he chanced to go
Not one of us can say.
But here's a helter-skelter lad
That to me nightly scoots
And boldly wishes that he had
A pair of rubber boots.
I'll bet old Santa Claus will sigh
When down our flue he comes,
And seeks the babe that used to lie
And suck his tiny thumbs,
And finds within that little bed
A grown up boy who hoots
At building blocks, and wants instead
A pair of rubber boots.
Each stage of growing up brings unique,
Experiences and opportunities seek.
It's a lifelong journey, a path unending,
Each stage brings chances for learning and mending.
In childhood, innocence sparks our way,
Within each stage, we explore and play.
Adulthood awaits as dreams start to take shape,
A serious tone guides us through choices we make.
Don't Wish Your Life Away
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
In tender years of youth, fervent desires bloom,
We yearn to cast off innocence, chase time's rapid flume.
To be older, wiser, a glimpse into life's grand array,
Yet mother's sage whisper echoes a timeless refrain.
Don't wish your life away, she gently imparts,
For moments fleet like shadows, elusive as the stars.
From the cradle's soft embrace our aspirations sway,
Maturity shall come calling; patience must be the way.
Where Did The Time Go
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Now I am grown up, where did the time go?
In my youth, old seemed the age I am now at,
Time's relentless march has swiftly passed
Leaving me pondering moments that slipped so fast.
Oh, how I yearned for freedom back then!
But now, responsibilities weigh heavy as I pretend
To embrace adulthood with a stoic face,
Humbled by the truth of life's relentless pace.
Each Birthday
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
With each birthday, the years tick by,
Time's relentless march, I cannot deny.
A symphony of moments, woven in grace,
Crafting the person behind this weathered face.
Years of innocence lend to wisdom's bloom,
I shatter illusions, embracing life's gloom.
The weight of knowledge, heavy on my shoulders,
Each day a step closer to growing older.
