When I Get Old I Will Dazzle Your Eyes Out
When I get old I will dazzle your eyes out
I will become a giant spectacular supernova
I will be awesome and fierce and people will shudder at my brilliance
When I get old I will turn into a cosmos
A galaxy of my own truths, and my own opinions
I will not be afraid to use my powers to pinpoint your truths
and opinions to a flimsy board with a pin.
When I get old I will collect my thoughts and
Sprinkle them through the galaxy, so upon my death
They will land on your heads or spank you
with my intelligent imaginative truths.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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