Fifty seven years
ago I birthed a wee boy.
Now he’s a middle-aged man.
~
Only outwardly
is that boy an aging man;
his heart still wees from the stoop!
Fifty seven years
ago I birthed a wee boy.
Now he’s a middle-aged man.
~
Only outwardly
is that boy an aging man;
his heart still wees from the stoop!