Today
As I wheeled by bike
Out into the wonderful outdoors
Fresh, cold wind on my face
Up my ankles
Fanning my cheeks
I heard the trees swishing their bare branches
The birds tweeting
The hills rolled away in the distance
I climbed aboard
I squeezed the handlebars
And I thought to myself
Goodness gracious me
I am twenty two in 26 days
TWENTY TWO YEARS OLD.
Only eight years or so,
Until I am thirty.
When you reach thirty, folks,
You have hit the point of no return.
You’re a true adult,
At thirty.
The truth is, folks
I still feel twelve.
In fact,
I still feel six
Looking down at my feet
To see how far off the ground is
And wonder if I’ve grown a little
I still feel small.
Nowadays,
When I look at my feet,
It is only to have adult thoughts
And lament about my long toes,
The coursework that I have to submit,
Or the bills I need to sort out,
Or the..
Let’s just leave it at that, shall we?
