The little finger
Two I was, when I started to linger
I made a first step by holding
my mum's little finger.
At five, I started to grow to
And that little finger was
At fourteen, My adrenaline levels
was at the Crest
And then she held my little
finger as my only best.
Wiser I became as i was twenty eight
Then I held by wife's little finger
though it wasn't as late.
At 32, I made a small stroll.
And my little finger was held
by my small doll.
At the age of sixty I was not as quick
And my little finger was around a small stick.
Seventy I become, As I am on my bed.
This little finger has to be alone
As soon I will be dead.
12 JUL AT 23:39