I have this saying: “The older I get, the younger I realize I am.”
I want the fairytales and I want green eggs and ham
I want to sing “Mary Had a Little Lamb”
And sometimes, for a snack, I get out my milk and grahams
But sometimes, the world looks down on me
And I have to remind them I’m 23
No… 24… you see?
I can’t show you that “I am this many”
I feel less creative, but that could just be this season
Less imaginative, and that’s just pure treason
Far more furtive when I play my little games
Yet not very assertive, I don’t even rhyme the same
But there’s something to be said about becoming a man
And one day, my son will hold my hand
He’ll look up to me with this idea, grand
but funny enough, he’s the one who says “catch me if you can!”
Very entertaining, Chris! Love your style of writing!
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Thank you very much 🙂 I appreciate it
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