Just some random ramblings about youth and aging


What Happens before and after

When I was 11, I asked my grandpa,
but how does it feel to be 76
(his birthday it was).
You'll know when the time comes
he said, and blew out his candle.

When I was 76, I asked my grandson,
well, son how does it feel to be 11
(so many years have passed)
You already know, he said and smiled
as I lit his candle and smiled back.




Poetry by William Hughes The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-07-29 at 03:27

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