Better
Don't you want to know me
better
before my bones grow old,
yesterday this little heart of mine
turned 31
and what a lovely day it was
But now I am no longer secure
behind youthful giggles,
wisdom is closer to my age
for some silly reason
time won't stand still
and the scenery moves on
But don't you want to know me
better
before father clock does his thing,
I know I'm not the grandest
of humanity,
but each new friend
gets spirit closer to good
Besides I'll write you real nice poems
without too many cliches
and a tiny bit of complexity
so your head will understand,
everyone knows Dylan is a genius
that won't be this pen,
but these fingers promise to scribble
the certainty of my wanting
you to know me
better
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