What am I doing with a mid-life crisis?

This morning I was seventeen.

I have barely begun the beguine and it’s

Good night ladies

Already.

While I’ve been wondering who to be

When I grow up someday.

My acne has vanished away and it’s

Sagging kneecaps

Already.

Why do I seem to remember Pearl Harbor?

Surely I must be too young.

When did the boys I once clung to

Start losing their hair?

Why can’t I take barefoot walks in the park

Without giving my kidneys a chill?

There’s poetry left in me still and it

Doesn’t seem fair.

While I was thinking I was just a girl.

My future turned into my past.

The time for wild kisses goes fast and it’s

Time for Sanka.

Already?