Forgive me if I'm not 19 <br />though I promise I once was <br />able to jump over picnic tables <br />and mailboxes, just because <br /> <br />I used to dream of love <br />like I still do now <br />but I used to dream of love making <br />though I was just learning how <br /> <br />I'd look forward to little things <br />like spitting wood and stacking it <br />and working on my car <br />skiing, fishing, motorcycling <br />and strumming my guitar <br /> <br />And if there was a frozen lake <br />I'd surly grab a pair of skates <br />I can still feel the cool winter air <br />rushing against my smooth boyish face <br /> <br />But now I'm removed from youth <br />though my heart is still the same <br />and somehow long more and more <br />for love that's true and not just a game <br /> <br />I never wanted money I never wanted fame <br />just to be in love and peace and harmony <br />with a girl who took to heart my name <br />and who would shield me from hurt and pain <br /> <br />There is little difference between a man <br />and the boy he used to be <br />his heart is still the same <br />at least the same one inside of me <br /> <br />And if you could remove the boy <br />I promise there wouldn't be much left <br />If the boy inside the man is parted <br />it surly would mean death <br /> <br />So if you love a man <br />love him for his heart <br />treasure it just like a piece of art <br />because its really the best part <br /> <br />Forgive me if I'm not 19 <br />I promise I once was <br />I kept that dream of love <br />just because <br /> <br />© James T. Adair<br /><br />JAMES T. ADAIR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forgive-me-if-i-m-not-19/
