Prying through fears
Bathing in tears
You’re trying to force
Yourself on the world.
Few hours into glass
And you’re preaching the fuss
Making me feel
That I’m getting too old.
Simmer the smile
On the edge of the lips.
Cheer and tap on the back.
Youth tend to indulge life in very large sips
The luxury elder I lack.
Youth
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