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Indulgence in Innocence

A Middle-Age Escape Poem

By DaphsamPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 2 min read
Top Story - November 2023
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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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Daphsam

A dyslexic dreamer who once thought reading and writing were beyond reach. Yet here I am, an artist, wordsmith, and illustrator—ready to weave stories and poems from my artwork.

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