You ask me
what I think
of worrisome worries
and misguided days
and I say
that I don't.
I'm too young
for that.
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Poetry, Prose, and Thoughts for the mentally exhausted, the morally intrigued, and the late night internet surfer hopped up on caffine. For you with strained eyes, a tired soul, and rhythm in your heart.
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Exactly, and I'm too old :-)
ReplyDeleteAh, I'm old too and I have the same attitude. Good stuff JB.
ReplyDelete"Some grow young, some grow cold."
--Tom Petty