I am not the man I hoped to be
The boy who looks back doesn’t look up
To me
growing
Embrace the corduroy phase
Embrace the corduroy phase
Wear them in black then
Slowly fade to beige
It’s not a sign of age
It’s a temperament change
Some arrive from black to red
Standing out from the crowd
But they’re usually certified insane
Enjoy the tracksuit/sweatpants stage
Those lazy days
Where what you’re wearing feels like a hug
Around your legs
All warm and snug
As a bug in a rug
Love white sports socks
I don’t care what they say
Along with grey Y fronts
Yea that’s right, Y fronts
It’s not about age
It’s about comfort in simplicity
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 July
Fledging

Erasing thoughts of our mothers face
daring ourselves to ride a little faster
Getting our hearts beating a little harder
Tempting fate
Weaving in and out of traffic
Having ourselves a race
It feels like freedom
A suicide mission
Waiting on our shadows for definition
Fledging so soon, faking ambition
© Silverbackgorillapoetry June 2016
