Monday, February 22, 2010

Twenty And Two

It was my birthday on the 12th of February, I wrote a poem that day: I could lie that it was one of the best days I have had in a long while, but it wasn't: It wasn't even a relatively good day, factly speaking, it was one of the worst day's I've had in a long while....It rained that day though, I enjoyed the smell of dust freshly beaten by rain..... Please enjoy the poem, and leave comments.

How swiftly time flies
on its wings: twenty and two years:
Too soon has my time been spent,
and closer to manhood I advance.

It was mid time of day
when my pitied beauty to me said,
'all others besides you
have with age grown'

I do not remember when it all
stopped making sense:
as maturity that with age should come
has not by my path passed

It should be a good thing that I age,
but for the fear the swift years pass me by...