I blinked
between eating snort
and growing a beard;
how quickly the numbers add on.
Back to a time
caramelised in memory
sweet nostalgia transports me;
a lanky toddler runs outside
with mouth and pockets
stuffed with sugar
and a heart flooding with mischief.
“Don’t hurry to grow”
I whisper,
“life doesn’t get sweeter than this”
I blinked
Between eating snort
And growing a beard;
And though I often shave the beard,
the numbers remain.
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