Time is a funny thing, I think,
Because those that have more than you, discard you with the quickest blink.
Why is it that those with a greater number next to their name,
Believe that your thoughts are less than theirs, and your desires put off as a child insane?
When was it that you gained this heightened knowledge,
Where you know what’s best, merely because you’ve been to a place called college.
You say - trust me, someday you’ll see,
Then I reply that it’s your eyes, that’s missing out on you and me.
I wonder if one day you will know,
The extent you of your regret, that day when you said – no.
Simply because "I’m too young for you"
As I shake my head, knowing you have no possible clue.
I envision a world, of endless possibilities,
If you only gave up on political correctness, and felt my abilities.
Then you would ‘see’, what I have and can give to an utter beauty,
Like yourself.. I want you all, even when you’re sad, even when you’re moody.
Open your eyes and come out from your closet named "it’s just not right"
What are you afraid of, I offer only appeasement and happiness, and no, I do not bite.
For me, you’re not too old….come with me, I won’t beg , but please,
I’ve always said that age is but a word in a world of infinite dictionaries.