Sat next to a yearling to me
Though that not how she or he be
A mirrored reflection
Wisdom's flawless perfection
was flashed and seen
I be happy; I still be some kind of keen
Overthinking my space in this chaotic party place
I found a smile; a tickle; a laugh and surprise
As I peered into this years' youths' eyes
I found myself; still; not far away some way
Still capable of the occasional frolicking hay day first of the month pay day!
Ha! ha! come time; I'm ready…
Really, really, really OVER viewing that wedge of hanging, dripping wet lime - that signifies a past mime; acting like she's mine, or me
How to be?
I'm finding my way
Each day I pray
I won't run away
But explore and try out
Until there's no doubt
A place for me remains here and there
Always, peeps, please; be gentle with me
Handle with care
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