CHILDREN

poem by: Darryl Ashton
Written on Sep 19, 2017

My friend had reached 
the age of seven,
To me it sounded like
seventh heaven,
For here was I, still
stuck at six,
An age of childish tears
and kicks.

While seven seemed
so grown-up, and
A time to live and 
learn, expand.
'I'm longing to be
seven,' I cried,
'Like you are now,' 
But she replied:

'I don't think seven's
all that great;
For I am longing to
be eight.'
I felt defeated. I
could see
She'd always be
ahead of me.

But now, when 60
years have passed,
I find that I have
won at last.
While 67's not too
late,
My poor friend is 68.


BY
DARRYL ASHTON 

 

Tags: Humor,

 

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