He swaggers by with such confidence.
I stare in admiration of his brown hair & hat.
Nobody else sees what I see.
I know he is all that.
His strong personality defends a lack of trust.
He says away a mm without interest
A shell within himself.
While I am left to ponder.
If about me he will ever grow fonder.
We have nothing in common.
We are not friends he does not care about me.
My feelings he does not care to see.
I guess I am too old is how it is to be.
To be two decades younger is impossible.
To be the same age is just not possible.
Our spirits have no age.
But our mortal bodies decline & fade.
I guess I am a person he would never
know or miss.
Eternal youth full grown is my personal wish.
To reverse my skins aging & never decrease
Bone mass.
To maintain a beautiful face that rates
First class.