How can a child of thirteen be thirty?
Soon she will be forty,
and dead by fifty.
Last night she saw death,
and the very next day
she woke up at eight.
The smile on her face
is too much soulness.
Soon she will know:
while trying to be the best,
she grew old too soon,
and wished to be a child too late.
How dramatic!
No friend, nor joy,
no life, no time,
no love—
absolute alone.
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 5:32 AM UTC
How can a child of thirteen be thirty?
Soon she will be forty,
and dead by fifty.
Last night she saw death,
and the very next day
she woke up at eight.
The smile on her face
is too much soulness.
Soon she will know:
while trying to be the best,
she grew old too soon,
and wished to be a child too late.
How dramatic!
No friend, nor joy,
no life, no time,
no love—
absolute alone.
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