Stolid

I was a serious first grader.

 

I started old. I thought it’d save me time
And get the worst of aging over fast.
A six year old who drank sodas with lime,
And viewed his young compatriots aghast.

For knowing little how hard life could be
Of vanity and struggle and the void:
These children, with benighted buoyancy
Were happy nonetheless.
And I?
Annoyed.

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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