Old so young
I feel like 88 at twenty eight
The moral decay quarels with my insticts now i go astray,
thinking of what is left to do.
I grew taller beyond the age thirteen,
Slimmed by love,
Becoming any humpty dumpty was irony
at eighteen.
I passed the books of maturity for
a fleet serendipity,
now i feel freaking stupid
having not grown beards at the age fifteen.
Old so young alas.
The days never knew the person
i am today,
After two decades of rapid growth
I slept with my emotions,
forgetting Eve existed for me somewhere in the bushes,
while i grew old and old endlessly
looking like a 48 fornicate.
I hoped to find my better half dressed as a stunner,
vainly she was only fifteen
while i looked like a 64 year old.
who knew i would grow old so young anyways 😀
will she think i'm the prince of Persia Upon seeing my white hair
Grow into braids in the day we meet
i'm just 21
dreaming about 88 projects 🙌
Nothing more 🙏
Peace
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