I wanted to be
a cowboy when I grew up
Mom said make a choice
Ran into the the same problem with my front tooth.
It was chipped in half when I was 9.
My Dad was a Dentist.
He said he would fix it when I matured.
He fixed it anyway.
Seems like I told this story already.
Still not a cowboy.
Still haven’t grown up.
Seems to be some hope yet.
A lot about growing up ain’t all that it is cracked up to be.
My friend Doug was always quoting his Grand Father saying, “it’s great get old but it’s hell to be old.”
I would tell my Mom I am still thinking about making the choice.