Young yet Old , What the Hell?
My, My, My,
Young an owned yet old.
Set like an alarm out of tune,
I had grown too.
How my mind races,
to keep up with present paces!
Life can be like a knife.
Tearing through flesh, leaving.....
broken and jagged edges behind.
Coping and hoping all the time.....
like a mime.
Though in my mind I cursed and
thought the worst.....
Why?, Why?, Why?
I said in bed,
Not yet a sleep,
nor a peep.
My inner man was awake.
For GOD`S SAKE!!!
Hustlin` and bustlin`,
like the foggy streets of Dublin!!!
"You sound and glisten like a pisten!",
a soft voice said.
He then yelled, "DONT BE HARSHFUL AND DWELL
INSTEAD ESTABLISH AND REBUILD!",
my mind dings and pings,
Like a bell.
Young yet Old, What the Hell?
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