Later, later, later

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.”

Published by dustyplz

A thirty-something from PA. Lives with his father and pet cat (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.

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