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Jun 2020
Is it just me, that yearns to be,
As young in body, as my mind tells me?
When life was lived with little care,
For brushing teeth and combing hair.
And loving hands wiped tears I shed
And soothed my sleep, tucked up in bed.

The ‘growing age’ I found quite tough,
Too much push & too much shove.
The mine-field of the teenage years,
Dreams unfulfilled, irrational fears.
Faltering steps, failure to act
Naively sealed my future pact.

Adult’s coat worn before I’m ready,
Immature in mind and steps unsteady.
Resulted in some recklessness,
For which I’m sorry, I do confess.
But later on, through good friends made,
I found an equilibrium that has remained.

Past twenty years have gone so fast,
Dark chapters fade, bright memories last.
For good and bad I’ve left my mark,
In people’s minds, on lover’s hearts.
You can’t undo what has been done,
But learn from it and continue on.
Written by
Andy Hewitt  52/M/Manchester, England
(52/M/Manchester, England)   
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