I as a child

I as a child wanted fame, 

my timid heart yearns still,

now far behind in the game,

yet unbending my fragile will;

didn’t want these words to rhyme on page,

yet my quirky habits die hard and so will I,

being single got none to care in old age,

wanted that way when young, now a lie;

tired of mourning not having family and kids,

a thing almost all easily take for granted,

not for crazy me however high the bids,

hate these childish rhymes that like a dog panted;

what use these disruptive rumbles, will I get a bride,

or find courage to sail far away on the next high tide.

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