Old, Wise, and Damaged

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Childhood. Youth.

Maturity. Old age.

We all see at least one with disdain.

Which one, depends on your weaknesses,

touchy subjects.

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We all see one with desire.

Which one, depends on our surroundings,

deepest yearnings.

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Disdain. Childhood.

Youth not far behind.

I can’t let you see me as

a child.

I will never have you

if you see me as

a child.

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Desire. Maturity.

I feel it. I know it.

But I have been branded

a child.

A teenager.

…

Why should I be punished

for my youth?

Why would you make me hate

my age?

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I love my life,

where I am.

Mostly.

Until you compare me to

a child.

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Cut out age.

Let us be equals.

Only judged by

what we know,

all we’ve seen.

All we’ve been put through.

…

If this were the case I would be

old, wise…

and damaged.