Shedding Skin

Sometimes I shed my skin.
It falls like a jacket,
Heavy and folded.
It thumps to the floor.

Once again I am a kid.
I lose my worries,
Old and simple.
They bother me no more.

I run with my kids.
I have their freedom,
Young and ponderous.
My muscles not sore.

We’ll watch all cartoons.
Reruns don’t matter,
Colorful and fun.
Ain’t nuthin a bore.

I’ll trip on that jacket.
My ripple of skin,
Fits just perfect.
Adult to the core.