Too Old

 

I know I’m too old for you

With your wild, blazing eyes

And swishing hips.

 

Too old for you

Despite what your friend says

Who sits next to you.

 

I know you’re too wild for me

As you dance across the clouds

And I walk in the shadows.

 

You paint the town

All colours of the rainbow

While I often struggle

To stay on my feet in the ice.

 

You are centre off attention

Of most parties

In contrast to me

Who will barely talk sometimes.

 

You are in the spring

Of your life

While I am in

An dusty late summer

/ early autumn.

 

I wouldn’t like to be

Your father

Trying to keep up with you.

 

 

(NB. New Sequence to follow soon ish)

◄ Waiting for Nancy (Book) now out

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