Short Tall Stories

There I lay, 

Bouncing and born;

The 90's coursing through my veins

Bleeding into my heart

(Beating out my Life's start)

Here I sit,

Missing it all.

The times when I was short 

and dreaming of being tall

Author's Note

I was feeling nostalgic.

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

Clever poem about wanting what one doesn`t have.Good work.

[Kruppz]

Nostalgic emotions invoked through reading your work so great work.

[Black]

i notice,
i like it,
it is quiet interesting
nicely done