Just Old You'Re Young

I can tell by the whispers in your ear
                                    I am not old your just young
                                I may dry rough non porous skin...
                                   I am not old you're just young
                                Don't talk about the things I wear
                                  Don't talk bout what I've share
                                  Don't talk about what I've done
                        I am history and you're just one young, one
                                       I just old you're young
                                  I can tell by the way you walk
                                   I am not old your just young
                                   I can tell by the way you talk
                   You don't say much in fact you're saying nothing
                                If I were to cut your your tongue
                          You would wine like a pig caught in a gate
              Yet if that were to really happen you'd say fine, that'd be great

08/20/15
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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September 17, 2017 at 5:25 PM
Young people just don't understand us old people.. we are mentally young. Enjoyed reading, James. Thank you for your kind words on my Donald Trump poem. My parent would have taken the belt to me hahah....:)
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September 20, 2017 at 7:51 PM
In a positive way only age ain't nothing but a number. If we sit down to long, it's harder to get up. Sin nature enough that alone makes us have to die the physical death, our personal disobedience just makes it worse. Shorted life span even more. America needs to go back to adults on the same page be the village let the elders raise the youth(children) in order first us along with schools, then government. WRITE ON James :D
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