Analyzing once again,
How am I compared to other men,
Then I realize, once again,
I’m just the same as when I was ten,
But that’s not bad,
No that’s okay,
Because I also realize, so are they.
Analyzing once again,
How am I compared to other men,
Then I realize, once again,
I’m just the same as when I was ten,
But that’s not bad,
No that’s okay,
Because I also realize, so are they.
I know exactly how you feel. In fact I recall writing a very similar piece around my birthday called “Still the Same.”
“In one week now,
(or slightly less)
I will be thirty seven.
Although I feel,
The same as when,
I was only eleven…”
I remember when I was a kid I used to think that I would think and feel and act like a totally different person when I became an adult. Of course I have matured and grown in particular ways but essentially I’m exactly the same as I was then.
@ blitzken, @Miss Kitten: Both poems simply well written.
Why, thank you!