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she's 30, i'm a zillion
by Charlie Morgan
sixteen candles would only cover half the cake,
the other half is made of dreams.
first, a mere hatchling, murmuring
cooing fresh angelic breath,
eyes flashing at every movement.
one tuesday she's 8 going on 20,
when she's told girls can't be doctors
as adam (her bestest friend) said!
then
she was 8 going on 4.
as her
dreams burst,
and her eyes flooded.
today, (reading this)
she just chuckles
because, now
at 30 she works to be 8,
"recess is calling," her motto.
she sees lil' kid dreams,
with her eyes of imagination
and lassos them in adventures
as
she's 30 going on wise.
09/16/2005
Posted on 09/16/2005
Copyright © 2025 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/18/05 at 01:40 PM A zillion never sounded so good, but you fill it with your attention to the moments of meaning that dot the years. Lovely, my friend. |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 09/30/05 at 12:31 PM what a great poem... it feels so nostalgic and close... excellent POTD... blessings! |
| Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 09/30/05 at 05:55 PM What a wonderful piece! It made me smile and made me remember the angst of being itty-bitty and now wanting to be carefree again... Wonderfully written! Congratulations on POTD!!! Well deserved recognition! ~N |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 10/25/05 at 08:22 PM Where was I when this became a potd??? Very well done, indeed. |
| Posted by Allison Smith on 08/24/09 at 03:08 AM I love the whole thing. 30 going on wise. Perfect. |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 07/06/10 at 03:50 AM i don't know how i missed this, but i'm glad i found it on accident! i hope i get to be "going on wise" one day... hahaha. amazing piece my man! |
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