I’ll Cry If I Want To
I always get a tad squirrelly around my birthday.
Nothing much, but I’m a very reflective person anyway. I examine everything I do and try to figure out why I’m thinking like I do as opposed to how I thought in the past.
I’m fifty-four years old today.
And that’s just weird.
My body feels that way, but in my mind, I’m kinda’ stuck around 25 or so.
I know, I know...
...I don’t quite look 25.
But that’s the tricky thing about time...
...and your mind.
You used to do things!
Think you still can!!
You can’t.
I can’t even begin to count the number of time I fall asleep and my book hits the floor.
I can now fall asleep on planes, and while watching a show.
“You were snoring over there,” someone will mention.
“I wasn’t sleeping!”
But I was.
Yet, I’m stubborn too.
I won’t let one of the younger guys outwork me. I still tell the kids that I can beat them in every sport.
I can’t.
Ah well, it’s my birthday...
I can cry if I want to.
I wish I could get a nap today.
Nothing much, but I’m a very reflective person anyway. I examine everything I do and try to figure out why I’m thinking like I do as opposed to how I thought in the past.
I’m fifty-four years old today.
And that’s just weird.
My body feels that way, but in my mind, I’m kinda’ stuck around 25 or so.
I know, I know...
...I don’t quite look 25.
But that’s the tricky thing about time...
...and your mind.
You used to do things!
Think you still can!!
You can’t.
I can’t even begin to count the number of time I fall asleep and my book hits the floor.
I can now fall asleep on planes, and while watching a show.
“You were snoring over there,” someone will mention.
“I wasn’t sleeping!”
But I was.
Yet, I’m stubborn too.
I won’t let one of the younger guys outwork me. I still tell the kids that I can beat them in every sport.
I can’t.
Ah well, it’s my birthday...
I can cry if I want to.
I wish I could get a nap today.
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