There once was a land crab named Bligh Who’s demeanor was naturally shy He would hide in his hole Acting more like a mole Than a cantankerously snappish guy
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #322: Landscapes.
I am not a fan Of this growing old The chaos in my cells Little girl inside Old woman outside The aches and pains Of an uncooperative body While my mind still runs through meadows Memories of 60 years like yesterday To a time where aging was as futuristic as star travel “I can’t wait to grow up…” I am running out of time “When I am an adult I will…” There is so much left I want to do When will I be an adult? Whispers, “When I am ashes”
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #275: Chaos
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