The Child In Me Poem by Phil Soar
The Child In Me
The day the child in me decides to leave
Is not a day my mind can quite conceive
My bones might creak, and thoughts of mine provoke
But the child in me things ageing is a joke
The day I cannot laugh at the insane
and when amusement starts to be mundane
Those moments will tell me the child has gone
And there's only ageing me to carry on
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: old age
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