16 years and growing old, never listening to what I was told.
Trying to learn the fundamentals of life, Growing up in a wee town in Fife.
Often straying down the wrong path, When a wiz a lad everything was a laugh.
I was sweet 16 and growing old, I had to start listening to what I was told.
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The Fife Wanderer (Pseudonym) (
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'16 years and growing old'
this might just be the saddest line
I have read all year..
most, are striving to ink:
61 and wishing, young!
(thanks for sharing these thought provoking words)
Looking back on my time as a young teenager I was unfortunately forced to be old before my time, but very much immature.
These words have followed me through life I am now 47 and very mature and probably more a serious person than I would like to be.
Thankyou for your comments.
I understand,
I was 18 being mistaken for a 30something
and have known people be in 40's mistaken
for their 20's..
.. just one more differing characteristic
between us humans, who we're told share
99.9% DNA features
that .1% sure has a lot to answer for.. lol
(sorry for lengthy reply
thanks for sharing dear poet)
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