When I was younger..
I was feeling stronger..
Now I am getting older and I think I need a shoulder..
Folks say all the time that as you grow older you will be more bolder..
But reality is that as I am growing older.. My emotions are getting colder..
Memories are getting deleted as fast as pc folders..
They say I talk funny.. And every day will be sunny.. But i am really broke and i need money and please note that’s not funny honey..
As I am getting older I stopped making sense and my world seems to dense..
I really need a fence of love and care…
But unfortunately as I am growing older I realize nobody’s there. 😔
My first poem!
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