Still Growing

“Grandpa, what is it like being all grown up?”

He sits in his big brown chair,
rocking back and forth as he thinks.
After what felt like hours he replies:

“I don’t know”

Angry at his long awaited reply I say:
“What do you mean you don’t know?
You’re eighty-seven!”

“Son, my whole life I wondered what it would be like to be grown up.
And still,
I am wondering.”