Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2016
You'll see one day,
when you're only nineteen
and life is a liquid
in which you swim
and drink deeply of,
that life will get you drunk
and you'll sleep so soundly
and dream your golden dreams
until one day you wake up
and you'll be thirty-three.

Hungover from living
a little too quickly,
you'll think to yourself:
*what happened to me?
Justin S Wampler
Written by
Justin S Wampler  30/M
(30/M)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems