A Man of Thirteen
...a self-portrait
I made thirteen and then I froze
although I'm sixty-five,
my inner child is still right here
it's stuck inside alive,
surviving, there may still be time
to cultivate the brat,
to show him just the hell who's boss
and pin him to the mat!
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016
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