I Am Too Old But Yet Not Eleven Poem by Abdul Wahab

One two
Won't not put on
The black shoe

Two three
Won't eat fast food
Even it is for free

Three four
I never forget
To shut the door

Four five
For the best
I always strive

Five six
Only with good people
I mix

Six seven
I am too told
But yet not eleven

Seven eight
I have no one
And no time to hate

Eight nine
For me till date
Everything gone fine

Nine ten
See you all soon
Good-bye until then.