At twelve
The world was elusive
the winds
Had stories to tell
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I love how you described your life up to age 15. Full of optimism! But after that, you start to become pessimistic. With that beer, please start shedding tears of joy. You'll start to regain your youthful optimism. That being said, it's an excellent poem!
Time comes in disguise by named AGE and change the child to SAGE But time has no change in SPACE /// nice writing
Wonderful assessment of the impact of aging but why tears with beer. This is a mismatch. I would like to clear my tears with a bottle of beer. Thanks for such an entertaining poem.
Beautifully conceived and elegantly crafted with conviction. A insightful work of art.