Monday, May 15, 2017

Sweet Sixteen

So what now?
Weathering to make the bow
Echoing the past sounds
Earnestly abounds
Twisting the sixteenth wound

Soft and wild
Inching away from being a child
XVI is much too old
To act immaturely bold
Easily also too young to be
Experienced or speak wisely
Not that that'll stop me

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So I'm only sweet just now?
Silliness, take your bow
For surely you've won this round
As people chant your sweet sound
So am I no longer a child?
But still not viewed as an adult so mild
The contradictions leave me cold
Stuck in an age neither young nor old
Can't be shallow but can't speak deeply
But you just try and stop me

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