poor plain Melissa Jane
I would scream every time around my mind
that mad thought came
being an adult while still feeling like a child
is not always quite the same
there once was a little boy just like that I once knew
but I can't seem to recall his name
for this gap in knowledge a curse for which whom
am I allowed to blame
I know I shouldn't whine pout and complain
since this will and wit have brought me such success
fortune and fame
but I can't stop thinking that if 'life' weren't made
out to be such a slow and serious game
we each could have a shorter and similar experience
though not exactly the same
it would seem fuller stronger more precious and not
so tame
and maybe my sad excuses for writing such drivel
wouldn't seem so boring and incredibly lame.......
( written Jan 20,1992 am)