My fantasies are still fifteen, My sense of humor, eight; My back feels like it's ninety-nine Which isn't all that great. I'm fifty-nine last time I checked, But still feel like a dunce, Bewildered as I am by being Every age At once
My fantasies are still fifteen, My sense of humor, eight; My back feels like it's ninety-nine Which isn't all that great. I'm fifty-nine last time I checked, But still feel like a dunce, Bewildered as I am by being Every age At once
This poem is so cleverly written!!
The mysteries of the human body and mind!
I still feel as if I never aged past 15.