Youth
She is seven, he is nine, She has just passed twenty-five And his fandom screams with rage When he hasn’t even come to age! Hey, look at her, she is still illiterate At the age of ten plus eight! To him, fifty is quite a small number As he will turn seventy-four this September Oh dearie, she says, figures could just be gone It depends on what you have done A nineteen-year-old has a family to handle He has a trophy and thirty-two candles To be flunked for the first time, fifteen is a perfect age He is considered too old to get paid a minimum wage Stay forward, degree at twenty-six The four-year-old girl can hardly pick up sticks Where is the border of adult and adolescence? Is it too late to declare independence? I’m finally at the age when they got together I know when you say a lifetime, you mean twenty-two years And that we are never young nor old All we’ve got is a figure to be told