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Welcome to Poetry4kids. I’m Kenn Nesbitt.
Have you ever dreamed about not getting any older and just staying young forever? I know I had that thought once or twice when I was a kid. But what if that wish actually came true—but not in the way you expected? This poem plays with the idea of aging in reverse, turning what might seem like a fun, magical experience into something a little more alarming!
I love writing poems that take an ordinary idea, like making a birthday wish, and turning it into something unexpected. This one also has a playful connection to classic stories like Peter Pan (who, along with the Lost Boys, never grows up) or The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (about a man who ages in reverse) but with a humorous twist. It’s a reminder to be careful what you wish for… and maybe to think twice before blowing out those birthday candles! This is…
I’ve Started Getting Younger
I’ve started getting younger.
Last week I was eleven,
Next week, if this continues,
They’ll put me back in diapers
This started on my birthday.
I never share my wishes,
— Kenn Nesbitt
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Welcome to Poetry4kids. I’m Kenn Nesbitt.
Have you ever dreamed about not getting any older and just staying young forever? I know I had that thought once or twice when I was a kid. But what if that wish actually came true—but not in the way you expected? This poem plays with the idea of aging in reverse, turning what might seem like a fun, magical experience into something a little more alarming!
I love writing poems that take an ordinary idea, like making a birthday wish, and turning it into something unexpected. This one also has a playful connection to classic stories like Peter Pan (who, along with the Lost Boys, never grows up) or The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (about a man who ages in reverse) but with a humorous twist. It’s a reminder to be careful what you wish for… and maybe to think twice before blowing out those birthday candles! This is…
I’ve Started Getting Younger
I’ve started getting younger.
Last week I was eleven,
Next week, if this continues,
They’ll put me back in diapers
This started on my birthday.
I never share my wishes,
— Kenn Nesbitt