The Age of Perfection
He did not mean to be cocky
He did not mean to know everything
He was an Adonis, he was Zeus, he was Mighty Mouse,
He was twenty
She did not mean to be self-assured
She did not mean to be the utmost
She did not mean to be Wonder Woman or a Goddess
But she could not help herself, she was twenty
The perfect age to show your stuff
To know your stuff
To blow your stuff
The age of perfectness, twenty.
I look back and smile at it.
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