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I don't recall year one of life, But I'm here now, So they got it right. Yet I remember being one, On a mattress, in the sun, The smell of bacon and farm odors, Were part of me as I grew older. But I never asked to grow up. I walked first steps In my father's shoes, Blathered blissfully when I was two. By the time I turned three, I was sure youth suited me. I could reach the outside door, When I grew to the age of four. Now the world's mine to explore. But I never asked to grow older. Then by five I tried to hide From the travails of an older child; The digging, weeding, painting, work: My escape to school was my re-birth. But I never asked to grow older. I didn't ask to turn six, Seven, eight, nine or ten; I shuddered at our  portends, I didn't like how my world ends, I finished fishing with Amens. But I never asked to grow older. I made twenty years ago, When decades moved ever so slow; Thirty came, forty gone, And fifty didn't last that long. But I never asked to grow older. Since I must, Please remember, Dip my soother in Irish whiskey, Include me if you solve the mystery, And reference me and my life's history.
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Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC
For the Sphynx
I don't recall year one of life, But I'm here now, So they got it right. Yet I remember being one, On a mattress, in the sun, The smell of bacon and farm odors, Were part of me as I grew older. But I never asked to grow up. I walked first steps In my father's shoes, Blathered blissfully when I was two. By the time I turned three, I was sure youth suited me. I could reach the outside door, When I grew to the age of four. Now the world's mine to explore. But I never asked to grow older. Then by five I tried to hide From the travails of an older child; The digging, weeding, painting, work: My escape to school was my re-birth. But I never asked to grow older. I didn't ask to turn six, Seven, eight, nine or ten; I shuddered at our  portends, I didn't like how my world ends, I finished fishing with Amens. But I never asked to grow older. I made twenty years ago, When decades moved ever so slow; Thirty came, forty gone, And fifty didn't last that long. But I never asked to grow older. Since I must, Please remember, Dip my soother in Irish whiskey, Include me if you solve the mystery, And reference me and my life's history.
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Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC
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