Growing older against his will, not quite over the hill, more or less a child still.

Skateboard in hand, mother beside to understand, a sheepish look, not in a boy band.

On wheels or walking, not much talking, girls are for stalking.

The future beckons, now is here, perhaps a cigarette, a beer.

Or maybe not, awkward is as awkward does, I don’t know why, I’m here because.

I am in life, life is in me, I’m growing up to be a tree.

I’m just another guy you know, my father said I told you so.

And so I go.

Tich Ennis

18th January, 2016


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