Maximum Exposure

Rhyming with Gold

Before I am old

I may want to be bold

And escape my fold

While I can still pull a twenty five year old

For now I am sour

At the misses eternal power

She cares not the flower

But minds tightly the hour

Before I am left in the cold

Receiver of the winners scold

And been the directions told –

Time to fire the manifold

For now I am a ticket

I must fund the thicket

She'll not release it

Screeching like a cricket

Before I am old

I may want to be bold

And escape my fold

While I can still pull a twenty five year old    

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A/N:

I wrote this at 31 and in the midst of a relationship i was committed to but knew was not healthy or going to last.

But yeah, I was naive, in an endearing kind of way to my now older self.

I swear by the time I die i'll be wearing a pointy hat and facing down Balrogs with my staff.

"YOU - SHALL NOT - PASS!"

-DarthPadre