Indulgence in Innocence
A Middle-Age Escape Poem

Oh, to indulge and be a child again
To drink a glass of milk with chocolate chip cookies
And throw away my worries
And to feel very zen.
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Yes, I am middle age
Who is told to watch what I eat
And not have too many a sweet
But who wants to at this stage?
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When I am faced
With this vision before me
Of milk and chocolate cookies, you see
The child in me says forget your waist and have a taste.
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Ignore the calories and the butter
that will probably clog my arteries
Those doctors are all harpies
My diet is not totally in the gutter.
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With family genes already leaning that way
My milk and cookies spurge
Will not create a heart surge
So, what the hell, enjoy the day!
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Let me be a child
And drink that ice cold
Glass of milk that I hold
Leaving me with a white mustache so wild.
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Thanks to my middle age
Hair growth on the lip and chin
A goatee that leaves my kids looking a me with a funny grin
They tell me it’s all the rage.
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Well, not for this middle age mom
Just let me have my cookies
They are fresh, chocolatey goodies
With a gooey center that is all the bomb.
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My dry middle age hands
Look like a crocodile reaching for his snack
Don’t try to take one first or your hand will get a smack
For each cookie already has plans.
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An experience to behold
To break each cookie apart for some dipping
In the smooth silky milk and do some sipping
A classic tradition that never grows old.
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A sinful aroma of
Rich milk chocolate that calls to my sweet tooth
“Eat me” and reclaim your youth.
A moment in time that is filled with sweet love.
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Don’t remind of me the sugar
And how it’s not good for me
So what it’s in the milk and cookies
Can’t you just leave me be!
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There are a lot of things
Not good for me,
Too much Advil, Tylenol
Will leave my stomach very blue.
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What is good for me?
Happiness will feel complete
So let me live and enjoy my treat
For just a little while, I do plea.
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To listen to the crunch
in my mouth
As the cookie break apart to then head south
It’s a cheerful snack after lunch.
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So let me play and be carefree
For just a little while
As this middle age woman has been put through a trial
Life’s challenges have been out on the spree.
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This playful snack time
Warms my middle age heart
And gives my dreams a little start
To be that cheerful young girl not a woman in her prime.
Thank you for reading.
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