Grow Old With You? Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

Grow old with you?
Come on, sit down on my knees
I'll tell you about the butterflies and the bees
Now I am still young forever
Grow old with you? That never!

Don't pick off my very youth
seek among the olds your truth
Come on old man, sit next to me, don't go to the south
sit next to me, not on my knees, I'll kiss you on the mouth

Don't tell that you're my lover
Don't tell that I am your friend
Don't tell that you're a glover
because what we are doing is a trend

Grow old with you? That never!
Don't pick off my very youth ever
love is: easy comes and easy flows
it often comes, a minute stay and always goes

Come on old man, sit next to me, don't go to the south
sit next to me, not on my knees, I'll kiss you on the mouth
I easy come and I easy go
you often came, you stayed and you won't go
then my heart was sad with sorrow
please come, only for today, but not till tomorrow....

©Sylvia Frances Chan
copyright Tue Sep 20 - 2011 at 0.18 hrs -
Submitted on PH Tue Dec 13 - 2011 at 0.15 hrs
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