Grow Up
6/12/17
I write all of my own stuff
You know what
It's far past time I grow up
And hit another home run
Instead of being so dumb
Please compare me to no one
Just trying to prosper
Nearby land, water and over yonder
While keeping my honor
From the floor to the roof
Through and through
I continue to move cool and smooth
Even until the bitter end
Regardless of if I get sick again
Any time, whether sunshine or pitch black
Trying to make more than impact
Among objects in pieces or still intact
Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2017
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