Telling Time

Telling Time

When I was one, boy, that year must have been fun...

When I was two, you taught me how to say ‘shoe.’

When I was three, I said, “Hey, listen, I can count… One, two, ‘three.’”

When I was four, (Watch out!) I can open doors.

When I was five, vegetables and my appetite just didn’t jive.

When I was six, I thought I was big and strong because I could carry sticks!

When I was seven, I said, “Man! I can’t wait to be eleven!”

When I was eight, you told me not to worry about my weight.

When I was nine, you told me everything would be just fine.

When I was ten, I gained some weight again.

When I was eleven, I said, “Some days, I wish I was still seven.”

When I was twelve, I delved into what life had planned.

When I was thirteen, I said, “Wow, I’m now a ‘teen.’”

When I was fourteen, all I could say is, “Only ‘four’ more years of High School.”

When I was fifteen, I enjoyed eating your pinto beans…

When I was sixteen, all I could say is, “Only ‘six’ months until I get my driving restrictions off.”

When I was seventeen, it will be my last year considered as a ‘teen.’

Now I am eighteen, I might run out of rhymes, but don’t worry, mom, I will always need you to tell time.