Too Young

On my eighteenth birthday,
I was blue and depressed.
Didn’t want to grow up.
With childhood I was impressed.

Now in my fortieth summer
The world really amazes me,
I still think and wonder
What yet to do and be.

I am still curious like a child
With thoughts and actions rather wild,
I hate to do what I am told.

Nothing is what time means to me,
I still don’t want grown up to be.
I’m just too young to be old.