The Old Me, So Young - Alvin Do
The old me, so young.
A free-spirited child.
The boy with a blue tongue
as the sweets made him wild.
This surge of energy
from the moment I awake,
lifts me up to my feet
telling me it is time to play.
Oh, the beautiful jar of candy,
its look and smell is so enticing.
One little piece of chocolate,
and I am a bolt of lightning.
These legs of mine
have a mind of their own.
With my infinite lungs,
they simply just go.
As the world starts to dim
and nature goes to sleep,
I remind myself that
sleep is for the weak!
Alas, that child’s soul
is so blissfully unaware
of what the real world
can be like out there.
The new me, so old,
till growing and maturing.
So anxious, yet bold
to a world worth enduring.
A free-spirited child.
The boy with a blue tongue
as the sweets made him wild.
This surge of energy
from the moment I awake,
lifts me up to my feet
telling me it is time to play.
Oh, the beautiful jar of candy,
its look and smell is so enticing.
One little piece of chocolate,
and I am a bolt of lightning.
These legs of mine
have a mind of their own.
With my infinite lungs,
they simply just go.
As the world starts to dim
and nature goes to sleep,
I remind myself that
sleep is for the weak!
Alas, that child’s soul
is so blissfully unaware
of what the real world
can be like out there.
The new me, so old,
till growing and maturing.
So anxious, yet bold
to a world worth enduring.