It really won't be long until I'm older,
with every year that passes, I can see,
the life-times I have wasted,
although, I am only weeks from '23'.
I have seen another summer filled with laughter,
I am watching as the leaves fall from the trees,
as the winter closes in,
I watch the days grow dim,
while being only weeks from '23 '.
There is not much that I know of love,
though more than I have ever known,
'nor much of life or death, I guess,
... and as my years go flying past,
I fear that I won't grasp - - -
the meaning of my life by '23'.
Comments about this poem ('23' by Barry Van Allen )
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