The Hoods of Life

I once wore the hood of a child Attached to a jacket mama zipped up With little tiny pockets Where I'd hide my precious stuff Like gum and change and stickers And the little nonsensical things That made up my happy moments And made me proud as anything. Now I wear the hood of someone Who's stuck between the stages Maybe a child. Not quite an adult. They call us the teenagers My jacket now holds fewer things No longer crayons or toys My phone is in the pocket. It is my pride and joy I ignore my mom when she says To zip up warm and tight Before I go hang with friends Late on Friday nights But soon my hood will change again And I will be an adult The pockets will hold tissues Cash and all the adult-ish stuff And I'll zip jackets up for my kids Who wear the hood of a child Remembering my own days And the little things that drove me wild