Getting Old and Cynical
If only my mind
wasn't pattered
with the wrong age.
It's timing was all wrong.
I was a child,
the year before
and now that has all gone.
I no longer smile on buses,
And decline when offered a sweet.
Next, i'll be a missus
and have two children at my feet!
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