growing up sucks.
i remember when i had fun.
even working was fun.
but now i’m in wrinkled clothes.
frost stuck to my hair and beard.
creaking knees, groaning moans.
more coins jangle in my pocket.
more space i fill with stuff.
maybe there’s a whole in my heart.
or could that be soul?
when did life lose lust.
when did i learn to worry and fuss?