My Bar Mitzvah Delay

There was a therapist I told

That I believed I was around

The age of about 10 years old

And in it hope is all he found;

Considering, that, at my age,

My bar mitzvah was overdue,

We’d try to get me to a stage—

A worthy goal that to pursue.

I don’t know if I got that far

Before the money did run out,

Yet, nonetheless, that didn’t bar

Me from my getting roundabout

To almost my bar mitzvah day,

And I am looking forward then

To stand up proudly and to say:

“Today I am a fountain pen!”