Perhaps an improvement: a Quarter-life Crisis poem?

[Hypocorism]

Quarter-life Crisis

My friend asked me:
--What do we want?
As we began to drink our tea
Outside a restaurant:

--Why if you please
I should like nine
Contemporary symphonies,
Or else a glass of wine:

--We'd be carded;
And the strains of
Music, young and closely guarded,
Will not fall in love.

 

[popsy-wopp...]

I like it
but my tiny brain is being thick...
I just do not quite get it... duh...

young and closely guarded inevitably try to push the limits of the guards... in my recollection...

 

[John D]

It's fun, but the last stanza isn't working for me.

 

[Goddess Eostre]

Brilliant! I especially like the last stanza. Bravo!