sounds a bit corny
but having been through it
it isn’t actually that much fun
like coming of age when you’re
a teen; yeah, I know 21 is the
REAL age – but WE did it at 18
and let me say being three years
ahead of the rat race didn’t mean much
when everyone’s in the same lane
at least everyone YOU met; there
must have been a rubbish-bin full
of outdated rejects hatched later
so appreciation is somewhat
sullied by passé arrivals who came
late and took all the fun away...
© 5 July 2011, I. D. Carswell
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