I’ve got a reputation,
That holds no limitations.
A taste for life that won’t die,
A candle that burns at both ends.
When I die I’ll be partying with the gods like I have no care.
My daddy begs me to stop,
Worries that I’ll party myself into a an early grave.
Too young to be old,
Feet up wondering where did my life go.
While there is breath in my body,
I’ll be making a name for myself.
Many pages written,
Many chapter to write.
Too young to settle down,
Too young to be worrying about the man that I am.
You’re too old to worry that I’m not the son you intended,
I’m old enough not to worry what you think anymore!
Joseph Tanner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/too-young/
