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RE: Poem /Seventeen

in #poetry7 years ago


I remember what it was like to be seventeen.
The days of hope and joy
When I could stay awake for hours
Run for miles
Talk for days........Absolutely beautiful, @sempaixsamaxx

Now I am a year shy of fifty
I'm one of those people who
can't seem to stay awake past 8pm
can't seem to find my voice
Say, "Get off of my lawn."
Call younger people "whiper snappers."
Remember reading books instead of tablets
and remember ...... oh what was I saying.

Oh that's right.
Happy birthday, my dear.

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Thanks, this is really awesome :)