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When I am young

I can't hold my tongue

But things get worse

Sullen and terse

At nineteen

I get what you mean

And vanish

Into darkness

At twenty two

I look down on you

And muster the blade

Of cold shade

At twenty four

There's been so much more

My small boat

Grows stronger

By twenty eight

I still vacillate

There's my world

And there's toes curled

At thirty

I'm thirsty

But trying

Before dying

At thirty six

The ocean licks

It's salt over my path

At forty nine

I'm feeling fine

You caught me

On a good day

At fifty-odd

I'm a grumpy sod

But for malady

There's remedy

At sixty

They fixed me

I've jinxed it I fear