Years Young

7 years young

and

an icy Blue Ribbon in my hand,

“Here, have one with your old man.”

And I have a few.

Ribbons.

Lies.

8 years young

and

a tainted sugar cube on my tongue,

“Enjoy your trip, Kiddo.”

And I go on tripping.

Ribbons, cubes.

Lies, yells.

9 years young

and

an empty needle in my arm,

“Relax Big Guy, enjoy the ride.”

An I roller coaster.

Ribbons, cubes, needles.

Lies, yells, bruises.

10 years young

and

a powdered mirror before me,

“Make sure to get it all, Son!”

And I suck up all the snow.

Ribbons, cubes, needles, mirrors.

Lies, yells, bruises, tears.

11 years old

and

a connection is made

Ribbons, cubes, needles, mirrors

create

lies, yells, bruises, tears.