the older we get the more quirks we acquire the more it is that we’re unique just like everyone else but in our own special way we’re guarded and we’re jaded laden with all life had to throw at us the longer we’re alone the more we’re set in our ways and less tolerant we grow grumpy and short tempered we’re less open to the magic around us robbed of the last of our childlike wonder we let the clouds wander in and interfere 'til we no longer see the rainbows in our skies we drag baggage around like it’s our cross to bear and tragically love loses its every luster AP: 3rd place 2023 Posted on May 27, 2023