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