"WHEN I TURN 21....."

(An old poem I wrote 22 Dec 03)

LIFE CAN SEEM TO TRAVEL TOO FAST
LIKE AN ENDLESS RACE OF SPEEDING CARS
LIKE MAUIíS LEGEND OF THE SPEEDING SUN
LIKE A RAPID WAVE OR RIPS AND CURLS IN THE SEA

I WOULD NOT MIND HAVING MY LIFE IN SLOW MOTION
LIKE A SNAIL TRAILING FOREVER ALONG TO THE FINISH LINE
LIKE THE MAP OF A 3 SECOND MEMORY FROM A FISH
LIKE SLOW MOTION ON A MOVIE STRIP.

WHEN YOU HIT 16, 18, 20 AND THEN 21!
AN ENDLESS RACE OF SPEEDING CARS/SUNS AND SEAS
NO SNAILS, FISHES MEMORIES OR MOVIE STRIPS, BUT A SIMPLE WISH WHICH CAN NEVER BE SO

A WISH OF NEVER GROWING UP. TO SCARED TO GROW UP.
LIKE PETER PAN AT MY WINDOW, WHISKING ME AWAY TO NEVER LAND
PERHAPS WHEN YOU HIT 21, THAT IS ĎOVER THE HILLí

Author: Manasseh Bailey
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