Suddenly with No Surprise

Suddenly, with no surprise,

I find myself almost 30
And realize

There are still people my age

Traipsing about

Still unsure what to do with this thing called

Adulthood,

As if it's an item of clothing

Gifted from a relative

That one's obliged to wear

Though it never fits quite right,

Always the armpits sag too low

And you can't help but alternate

Between wearing it

And hiding it,

Bucking up, grinning and wearing it

Or cringing and eschewing it

To the Goodwill pile.

I wonder, since probably that single demographic

And even myself

Who has a steady job, a mortgage,

A wife, son, daughter, and dog,

Still kind of feel like 

What seems to be a later version of 17,

If this infantile octogenarian in my mind's eye

And her motherly daughter
In the seating area at the doctor's office

Simply feel like they are

17 version 5.0
(or 17 Cougar for Mac users).

I guess I'll know someday,

And I'm sure it will seem suddenly

But 

It will be no surprise.