Zachary Clark - Young

I am so young I don't know much
So young am I that such foolish
Things are greatly spoken by me such
As when I said, 'Grandpas ghoulish'

Such as he is not I am just a fool
Writing on and on and being a babbler
Though to paper refuses nothing with tool
Ink black and flowing onto paper

Without great write more talkitive I'd be
My annoying side everybody would hate
So my annoying side will be locked up so you can't see
No, I won't show you don't try to bait

It keeps me calm my mind it sedates
Keeps thoughts simple and clear
Words locked up behind word gates
Though not speaking sometimes adds to fear

Zachary Clark

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