NaPoWriMo2016 #12 ~ GROWING UP DEATH

Growing Up Death

born at the stroke of midnight
they dressed me in the blackest blue
and called me

My Legos are
the building blocks of life
I'm learning all the dances
on the head of a pin
I run up and down
and fly like a

A bohemian caught up
in the rhapsody of time
I pop with the culture of my era
exchanging tears for fears
beside my mortal siblings

Soon enough I'll be trading places
with my godfather
taking over the family business
it's a stable profession

Till then I'll stay footloose

April 12, 2016

National Poetry Writing Month 2016

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1 comment:

Thank you for taking the time not only to read but to write!