My body seems to wobble,
When I take a walk,
I always seem to dribble,
When I try to talk.
My hair has lost its patience,
Its up and flown away,
And I am just left hoping,
My teeth decide to stay.
Don't ask about a six pack,
I'll buy one at the shop,
And with regard to buttocks,
They upped and took a drop.
I still dress in high fashion,
I like to stay in style,
I must admit, however,
Dressing takes a while.
Children help me, cross the street,
If I like, or not,
It's not that I'm not grateful,
To the little snots!
It seems that I,
Have now grown old,
Effortlessly, it seems,
It really doesn't matter, I'm young within my dreams.
A/N You'll all get there. :)))))))))))))))
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Owain Glyn
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Freefall
PoetryFreefall. The title, hopefully, describes what you will find in this collection, I shall write pieces free of the constraints of both form, and structure.