Stuck at the big 20 – A Birthday Poem to Mogo
It’s another birthday and it ain’t too happy
in fact it feels kinda crappy
see, you’ll always be
They tell me you’ll be forever young
and I just have to bite my tongue
coz from what I can see
forever young ain’t all it’s cracked up to be.
Morgan, you were such a beauty
but now you’re no way cutie.
I hate to be the one to tell
Honey, you look like hell.
In two years you’ve changed a lot.
There was that awkward stage of bones and rot
and now frankly, don’t mean to hurt
though forever young – you look old as dirt.
Oh yeah, how dumb,
that’s exactly what you have become.
Morgan, you’re 20 and holding, – your destiny.
Wish instead you were holding me.