Older
They say, “You’ll hate when you get older”
I say “Tell me, when do I get older?”
Is it when all of my problems are over
Is it when I stop and accept all these do overs
Is it when I put everyone’s weight on my back
Stay crouched over and forget tit for tat
I mean, when do I get older?
Does my age define my mind
Does it, help me to understand
These differences in time
This mind of mine is the reason
That I forget whenever the power of time wasn’t mine
They say “Stay young”
I say “Stay strong”
Show me your scars and I’ll show you mine
Did yours multiply in time or all happen at one time
You see life hit me too early
Things you’re doing now,I did early
You’re fun to me is boring
My fun to you is sulky
I don’t know when I started to think like this
But when life hit, It didn’t miss
It took away my color and gave me black and white
It said “Grow up now or just roll over”
Tell me, when do I get older?
Is there more to it than this?
Tell me when you come over.
Did life hit you, or did it miss
Massie
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