He has been there before
He has done it all
He is the voice of experience
He is only fifteen
But he proclaims
To be the voice of experience
He loudly boasts
For he knows the most
He is the voice of experience
Admired and envied by his friends
They come to him for advice
For he is the voice of experience
He stands proud and tall
For he knows it all
He is the voice of experience
A funny sight to see his fright
Of a tiny bumblebee
The 'macho man' he claims to be
Breaks through the crowd and runs away
Screaming like a girl!
Yet in his young mind he truly thinks
He is the voice of experience
Hilarious. So true, I can see it all. Well written and expressed Tricia. I really enjoyed reading this and intend to read some others.
A lot to learn still but a wee bit wiser. Now, how would he explain running away in poetic form.
Hehehee... strength and invulnerability of youth. I used to believe i can never fall or be hit while crossing the road...Smilesz. Quite like a superman. now i still feel so, sometimes. hhaha. thanxs for sharing this domestic glimpse, tricia. ;)