Old eyesA Poem by ThisismythearpyYoung but oldFrom behind, they call me "ma'am" They see long hair, I understand They see my face and call me "young man" It's only what I am They look into my eyes Then I'm "sir" They call me this, as I've been told because my eyes are very old Behind these eyes they see what's inside An old man about to die Many ask my age Just to get on the same page But the answer is always a shock The body of someone not yet twenty Piloted by a soul with years too many Old people become at ease, because they are like me But the young will always flee
© 2017 ThisismythearpyAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorThisismythearpyKingston, TNAboutHello, my name is Chris. I just post the stuff I wrote in my notebook when I ran away home a little while ago when trying to run away from depression, ptsd, and what all caused it all. I'm dead inside.. more..Writing
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