Growing Young
Another year older
Yet I feel just the same
Except my hair's turned greyer
and my knees are getting lame
I once had buns of steel
My mind was like a trap
But now that I am older
I don't put up with any crap
Sure my bod is sagging
I've got bags under my eyes
I webble and I wobble
There is jello in my thighs
yet I am not daunted
Imagination is my friend
I stay away from all the mirrors
Enjoying my land of pretend
For if there is no reflection
The world is sure rosy red
I live the life of Riley
From morning till I go to bed
For within my mental landscape
I live an adventure every day
I ain't really getting older
I'm to busy enjoying my play
So if you don't mind my foolish
Come join me in the land of joy
Where you can be like a teenager
and I can be a silly boy!
Thanks for all the Birthday greetings!
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015
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