Thursday, December 15, 2011

Thinking About Bob Tonight

Maturity

You spend your life
Trying to get mature
And when you reach eighty
You realize that you're
Only halfway there
And running out of time
You're not going to make it
You're already past you prime
I'm as good as I can get
And really no great prize
And I ain't going to to make it
Before my demise!


8 comments:

Silk Hope said...

I'm still 18 and Drinking my PBR tonight and relaxing.

Kunamatada!

Gunnar Berg said...

Bob's been gone just long enough that I can finally remember him without the hurt.

PBR? Must taste like nostalgia. I'm drinking Moo Joos, an oatmeal milk stout made by the Brau brothers of Lucan, Mn population 220 - 50 miles from nowhere, but their beer is good.

Oldfool said...

PBR works for me but I'm smoking a really cheap wine made by starving kids in china.
Bob had it right. I have known for some time that I was not going to grow up and mostly now I don't care.

Gunnar Berg said...

That is the threshold of maturity - when you don't care what anyone thinks about you or your appearance (except for maybe half a dozen old friends and your mate).

Silk Hope said...

I'm still good looking and I don't care what my friends or my mate thinks. Can you send me a six pack of Moo joos? Sounds good.

Gunnar Berg said...

I know what you look like. Pffft. I'll see about the Moo Joos.

Margadant said...

As I edge closer to stepping into the shade, I find that like virginity, maturity is vastly overrated.

Gunnar Berg said...

...and what do we know of maturity?