Free Verse Poetry: There used to be a boy here…

There used to be a boy here, who never stopped running…

There was a boy, blonde like me, but more blonde,

and tan like I used to be, with sinew and something in his veins.

 

There was a boy who used to mill about, and not stand still,

what happened to him? The same height I was at his age,

the same goof-ball attitude, and the same nonsensical energy.

 

I’m much more slowed down, and I don’t mill about,

but there was a boy who used to never sit still,

and couldn’t sit still, because of all that nervous energy.

 

There was a boy, I swear, who could not shut up,

and I thought he was still around, running his mouth,

who couldn’t sit still, I swear, for the life of me…

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