Wednesday, January 29, 2014

POEM - What’s My Age Again?

I have a problem
Believing I have aged

Still the same me
Knocking around
In my brain

I don’t care
That years have passed
I’ve always felt
I have an old soul
But my behavior
That is the problem

It is always
Tuck that in
Comb the hair
Brush teeth
Wear pants
Be serious
Wash your filthy face

And I think I believe in single digits
Age is only a number
But a solitary number
So I add together any pairs
So instead of 43
I am now 7
And I won’t be much older
Until I hit 99
And that makes 18
Not single digits yet
So I compress once more
And now I am 9

And that is what happens
Always a little kid
Playing at this adult thing
Purely acting the role

Of the older version of me



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