~clock of arms fell, into the second hand~

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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elo69
cheers....elo...wave
lucy1777
HI BENTLEEwave I CAN RELATE TO THIS POEM THANKS FOR SHARINGteddybear
Ahyra
Nice to read you Bentlee bouquet
LadyMorgana60
Enjoyed Bentlee laugh
Thanks for sharing yay
andrew149
aha my friend, life and eloquence all in a very few words....still master of the short form I see....Well written, well said Bentlee...Andrewcool
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