I am an adult
With a child's face
In the right time
In the wrong place

Grown up inside
Still progressing on the out
I am what I am
(To me) There are no doubts.

"Look at my face
What do you see?"
"A child" you say
I laugh "He-he!"

"You are too wise to be a child
And have been too many miles."
"I am what I am"
And I shyly smile.

I've grown up to fast
Yet am growing to slow
What do you mean....
"How do I know?"....

Because the wrinkles of wisdom
Have already come,
And the wrinkles of time
Are not yet done.

~*~MBJ~*~
1990