Young

I have been really young for a long time

I have been really young for a long time
The oldsters say they’re young at heart, but in a good way
Yet I remain really young in all the ways
The world is so complex.
Would you like to be my friend?
Healing is a Band-Aid after a scrape on the playground
I don’t have the deep emotion required for big things
Like death or weddings or taxes.
Don’t touch me
Nothing bad has happened, I just haven’t developed the desire, the need that others have told me will eventually sneak up on me.
Please, be my friend on the playground.
Wave goodbye out the car window.
Next time you see me you’ll say Wow You’ve Gotten So Big
But inside I remain a fledgeling of a person, drinking in the wonders of the world.