Some find themselves relating and stuck...
To impressions left and their dispositions met.
Some are chastised for who they were,
And not how they are.
Or the people they have become.
Some are thought of as children for years.
Not to mature into adults...
To become responsible,
And held accountable like those of their peers.
Many find themselves in discussions...
Of who did what to whom when they were kids.
Some still do what they then did!
And these same folks,
Never seem to grow up!
Just old.
And tired.
With aspirations...
Only to discuss what has passed.
As if time for them,
Will forever last!
And wait.
Until they take a firm grasp onto reality!
Lawrence S. Pertillar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/some-still-do-what-they-then-did/
