Every once in a while,
When I think of someone I admire,
Older or younger,
Even though in some way my acquaintance with them
May be valid socially still,
I wish they were my age
Because they seem to understand me
More than those I have already encountered
Who were born closer to the time I was born.
Just like how Smurfette’s lover
Wished she was human and not dwindled and blue.