Angry Life

I used to be a kid one day,
Angry at why mom cooked veggies,
Angry like a dog in a cage,
Yelling "these pants give me wedgies."

Then there comes the teenage life,
The rose in a stack of flowers,
But mom said I can't go out at night,
Angry again after the lonely hours.

Finally comes the adult life,
Free as a bird in the sky,
But when she threw the ring at me,
I was too angry to even cry.

Now I'm eighty, old, and weak,
Wishing mom was there to say,
"Dinner's ready" but once again,
Today's just an angry day.