Come and Read
When I was younger I wanted to go everywhere
A boy with no care,
But when I said “can we go somewhere?”
The answer from adults was
“Later, later, later”
Now I am grown,
Yet I have my youthful soul
Though my bones aren’t any greater
And when I try to go like I did
When I was a kid,
My bones say,
“Later, later, later.”
A forty-something from PA. Lives with his father and pet cats (Tyrone, and Captain Admiral President Ninja Master Snuggy). Works part-time as a grocery clerk with the standard greater aspirations of not being a grocery clerk. Writes short stories and poetry when time permits. Other interests include reading, playing video games and revolution. View more posts
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