i am a young man
anxious to be an old man
wishing to be a young man
so i can love you now
as i will then
This entry was posted on 28 August 2008 - Thursday at 7:11 pm and is filed under Affairs of the Heart, Everyday Life, Ideas, Past experiences, Personal, Poetry, Posted by g mcclure . You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.
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Wise, longing, loving. Good stuff. It’s one that I read over and over and enjoyed more each time.
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