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On the topic of turning 22

by Madeline Pestolesi

Are there any more good birthdays
After the Americans turn 21
And can behave like idiots in bars
As opposed to their parents' basements?

22 is a fine number
I suppose
But now I'm just getting older
Gaining more responsibility
And losing the ability to relax.

The bills keep coming
And the bathroom needs cleaning
But rent is due
Again

When I was 5
Nothing mattered
With the exception of my mom, a barbie, and cookies.

When I was 10
My hair was already turning grey
And by the biological age of 20,
I was already a woman of 48.

So I don't want to get any older,
Wiser, yes.
But I think I already have arthritus in my left index finger.

It's from all the crocheting.

01/03/2004

Posted on 01/04/2004
Copyright © 2025 Madeline Pestolesi

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jon-Jacob F Deal on 06/19/04 at 08:15 AM

I felt the same way when I turned 22. :/ JJ

Posted by Richard Vince on 02/13/07 at 12:41 AM

far too true. you like confronting uncomfortable realities, don't you?

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