Don’t You Think It’s Sometimes Wise Not To Grow Up?

I like to think I stayed childlike,
Not childish.
Nowadays I avoid bad red wine,
Even at parties.
That’s childish.

I hum a tune,
Bust a step or two.
Others join in.
Sometimes,
It’s wise not to grow up.

“Went out walking through the wood the other day
And the world was a carpet laid before me
The buds were bursting and the air smelled sweet and strange
And it seemed about a hundred years ago
Mary and I, we would sit upon a gate
Just gazing at some dragon in the sky
What tender days, we had no secrets hid away
Well, it seemed about a hundred years ago
Now all my friends are wearing worried smiles
Living out a dream of what they was
Don’t you think it’s sometimes wise not to grow up?
Went out walking through the wood the other day
Can’t you see the furrows in my forehead?
What tender days, we had no secrets hid away
Now it seems about a hundred years ago
Now if you see me drinking bad red wine
Don’t worry ’bout this man that you love
Don’t you think it’s sometimes wise not to grow up?

You’re going to kiss and say good-bye, yeah, I warn you
You’re going to kiss and say good-bye, oh Lord, I warn you

And please excuse me while I hide away
Call me lazy bones
Ain’t got no time to waste away
Lazy bones ain’t got no time to waste away
Don’t you think it’s just about time to hide away?
Yeah, yeah!” — The Rolling Stones, “100 Years Ago,” Goats Head Soup (1973)

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6 thoughts on “Don’t You Think It’s Sometimes Wise Not To Grow Up?”

    1. True but there was a time when I would drink it when partying because there were no other options. Then again, my getting snobbier about what I’ll consume when partying hasn’t slowed me down much. 😉

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