11-02-2014, 04:22 AM
Revised
At seven they reckon you’re too old
for adoption. I look on your head
so underwhelming and lost within
that bicycle helmet, behind
four years in letters and numbers;
your inside out and backward dress
patterned with pie and snot and think
on all the words that you’ve forgot
before we’ve even turned the page
on doors slammed shut and fingers bit,
the kicks of three-year-old strops and spit
now surely that must count for something?
Original
At seven they reckon you’re too old
for adoption. I look on your head
so underwhelming and lost within
that bicycle helmet, behind
four years in reading and writing;
your inside out and backward dress
patterned with pie and snot and think
on all the words that you’ve forgot
before we’ve even turned the page,
on doors slammed shut and fingers bit,
the kicks of three-year-old strops and spit
now surely that must count for something?
At seven they reckon you’re too old
for adoption. I look on your head
so underwhelming and lost within
that bicycle helmet, behind
four years in letters and numbers;
your inside out and backward dress
patterned with pie and snot and think
on all the words that you’ve forgot
before we’ve even turned the page
on doors slammed shut and fingers bit,
the kicks of three-year-old strops and spit
now surely that must count for something?
Original
At seven they reckon you’re too old
for adoption. I look on your head
so underwhelming and lost within
that bicycle helmet, behind
four years in reading and writing;
your inside out and backward dress
patterned with pie and snot and think
on all the words that you’ve forgot
before we’ve even turned the page,
on doors slammed shut and fingers bit,
the kicks of three-year-old strops and spit
now surely that must count for something?
Before criticising a person try walking a mile in their shoes. Then when you do criticise that person, you are a mile away.... and you have their shoes.