Jasonpoet Boyd Poet Rhyme

Mature

7:09 PM  9 July 2014
Mature

Looking down at my hairy chest I remember back whenit was bare.  
Skinny ribs that one could count and my pot belly was not there.

So proud I was that I was growing a Mans mustache in elementary school.
My hair was full and getting long blue jeans and converse shoes man did I feel
cool.

Running around on bikes with my buddy Greg chasing girls
Listening to Ray Stevens sing about Mississippi squirrels 

Shooting 22s and bb guns at cans and bottles we found
Feeling strong and invincible until some bully knocked us down

Making out with my girl to air supply just letting my heart soar 
Summer romance hotter than the sun memories I cherish more and more

Now my hair has migrated from the top of my head to my chest
And my rib can't be seen and my belly's a mess

My mustache connects with a beard and grey is replacing brown
I walk more than I ride I like keeping touch with the ground

Although my body has matured my mind and heart still grow
I listen more and I learn from every lesson in tow

My life was hard and full of stress but I would not trade one day
It has made me who I am and who I am is here to stay

I like who I have become not rich nor extremely wise
But smart and witty kind and caring and full of many a surprise

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Charmaine Chircop July 9, 2014 at 6:52 PM It seems We all change along the years but every change is important cause the.past reflects our present when it comes who We've become as a whole person..and today reflects tomorrow.An excellent poem,sweet,nostalgic and true. Jasonpoet Boyd September 5, 2014 at 7:52 AM Life in retrospect is a lesson in living. Thank your for your comment. I am happy that you enjoy the poem.