'golden years'

these golden years

seem more to be rustic

I’m a teenager

so where are the parties?

where are the long nights and adventures?

at the very least, where is the happiness?

 

if these are the golden years,

mine need some polishing

because they’ve lost their shine.

 

,

adolesence

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poemagraphic

Sun 24th May 2020 07:38

Take it from an olden

All the years are Goldern.

Never stop partying.

PLUS... Never stop writing.

My one regret is I did not start when I was an adolescence

I have forgotten much of what I did way back then.

All I can remember Owen was that it was fun fun fun fun fun.

Po

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keith jeffries

Sat 23rd May 2020 22:26

This poem is possibly on the lips of many during this present time as our lives have been disturbed. It could become the chorus of 2020.

I enjoyed this
Thanks
Keith

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