No Differences
She told me once I was to old, not within her reach
my opinion to all that,she was to young to teach.
She taunted from behind a fence of which she could not see
She was far to filled up with Herself, she really wasn't free.
The girl was far to busy performing in an act
She played the non conformist, in a play called "the abstract"
Not to say She couldn't be much more than that
but she was just a youngster, on that level she was at.
It's true I've lived a long time, yet I was as young as She
only I would never let myself, be where I'm not free.
when she throws Her head back and it's completion that She needs
She might see that age don't matter none, it's whats inside you see.
L.T.
"58"
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2005
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