Growing older,
Feeling still sixteen,
Like a walnut outside tough,
Inside still sweet yet battle scarred,
I’m a writer,
Not interested in falling,
Have failed several times,
That’s ok, dad would say,
‘Par for the course!’
Want regular money coming in weekly,
Not interested in commission,
Just got one of those dumbass calls,
I said who are you,
She said I’m from the consummer consul,
She asked my age,
I hung up!
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