My Coming of Age
I wasn’t young – but not that old
I looked down – my blood ran cold
I spied a single little hair
That yesterday just wasn’t there
I thought to show it to my mother
But thinking that just made me shudder
I don’t think she would understand
After all she’s not a man
I’d show it to the guys I know
But they’d just laugh so that’s no-go
I don’t want to wait till I get more
Though I’m sure there’s more in store
So I’m turning to my friends on Soup
At least those in my own age group
And hope that one of them will care
To hear about my grey chest hair
Mdailey 2/7/12
For Frank Herra's Coming of Age Contest
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