Thirty.
I’m never going to be thirty,
I’m never going to win,
I’m always going to wonder,
If I’m ready to begin.
I’m never going to be thirty,
My years should always stick,
Beheld at twenty,
With youth a plenty,
And wild hearts fast and thick.
I’m never going to be thirty,
My body cannot change,
So a splendid birthday party,
May you not arrange.
I’m never going to be thirty,
And I’m never going to win,
With that I’m content,
Set in cement,
The spirit I am in.
Preeti Sinha
Tue 19th Aug 2014 17:12
I never wish to be thirty too, Charlotte!
Let's remain the age we are
Let's hit
All the neon bars
Drive all
the fancy cars
Wish upon
some pretty stars
And now I've run out of rhyme :)
Great piece again!