Waste 2-28-12

Feeling old, feeling old,

I'm far to young-

but not as bold.

Growing, growing, growing tired.

Haven't reached my date,

but I have expired.

Youth is there and with me now

If I could light it up,

I may know how

Just let me shut my lips-

and open my eyes

I need not be wise,

but let me-

feel this way.

I can only hope

to waste just one day.