Out from the skin another gray hair Time lapse, memory count, how'd it get there!
Teenage zits and knowledge extreme I'm sure my memory says a few days it's been To the first pubic hair, I ever did grow I/d accepted to let the world know I'm older than they think, really it's so.
The center of my life holds a place that I missed The early and golden-years resided in twist One chased the other while the middle's in gist~
~Bentlee~
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Posted: May 2012
About this poem:
young wants old, while old wants young, I hope my write walks you through those memories and laughs of wanting to be older back in your days and thinking of being younger as the years go bye. Be blessed everyone. Cheers.
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Thanks for sharing