Afterschool Games

Have my childish naughty deeds, Left me to be considered foolish... And elementary. By a desire to feel accountable. I feel mature but not prudish. Or priggish to excess. Nor can I be innocently tested. But my eyes though bright, I do admit have aged. And... Overnight have grown wise. With a need now I have, To master my responsibilities. What on Earth has happened to me? I would guess that's what this discovery is, A maturity. By another description depicted perhaps? Okay. Seasoned with the passing of many moons. Since the 'kids' I once knew as I grew unassuming, Seem still to be wanting to play... The same afterschool games.