Alexander Downie

Rookie (30 December 1959 / Bo'ness Scotland)

The Brashness Of Youth - Poem by Alexander Downie

Your skin is soft and smooth but my face tells stories of being a man.
Your arrogance was alluring, until you closed the bedroom door and ran.
Your hair is darker and thicker but under my grey is a thoughtful way.
Your body is your temple but I have learned there is no need to pray.

You think your very clever but your a spoiled child so, so insecure,
You talk like you know everything, saying nothing that will endure.
You wish you had everything, nothing is in your hand but blues.
You strut like a cock on fire, yet dare not walk a mile in my shoes?

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 26, 2012

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