9to18
He was nine,
Wished he was eighteen,
He wished time would fly.

   wonder about loving his family,
   Or what to do,
   Will i ever come handy?

Should i run and hide,
Or just think,
Or lay on my side?


  
    
   

Comments:
 
frederic   frederic wrote
on 12/23/2009 10:31:48 PM
Nice sense of bewilderment in the youngster.

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about a kid gettin beat
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