My story isn’t long

it's simply dull 

and black and white 

as chess boards

I rode a wooden horse 

and ate meat off bones 

of the less fortunate

I cheered chalices with kings 

and ran from horsemen 

and jabberwockies

I swam inside a bloody pool 

and ate fruit from the ground

fresh and sour

Cupidity for knowledge 

and disdain for impulsiveness 

is quite tedious

even the oldest and wisest 

of us were once young and naive

Children in meadows

or in church

in itchy collars and tight shoes

fussing in classrooms

or picking the scabs off our knees

My reflection smiles

evil as the garden of Eden

but still so young and shiny

and I smile back

My story isn’t long 

it's simply unfinished 

and grey as an old man's hair

May my hair never grey 

and my story never dull