"painul" poems
There are a lot of things I sit down and remember
I guess it's just me getting older
Days, months and years go by...
Soon you'll say to your youth good bye
Where maturity is king and childishness is a dream
Where work is a must and relaxation is a fairy tale film
Let's not forget the marriage pressures
When all we want is endless pleasure
With a new year comes a new birthday
Reminding you that your closer to becoming clay
Experience becomes painul wisdom
And hard work becomes neccesary income
I leave you to ponder, or even wonder
But don't forget your getting older
And if you have forgotten my name because of age...
Yours truly, Carlton 'the writing sage'
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 7:39 AM UTC