Michael Victor Whatley Jr
Trying to Be Grown: Poetry by Michael Victor Whatley Jr
Trying to Be Grown: Poetry by Michael Victor Whatley Jr
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Though I'm only 21, I'm thinking about growing old, I had lived a promiscuous childhood but I had really slowed down. Here I was a college student, and even though there had been so many beautiful woman on campus, I had only been in an intimate relationship with one, whether you can believe it or not. Though she told me not to fall, I fell, and what may have seemed like something small to her, I valued more everyday.
It was all over now though, and I began to feel lonely all over again. Though I was progressing and enjoying my success I had began craving that satisfaction of the opposite sex. I just couldn't figure it out; sometimes I felt over confident and other moments I found myself feeling insecure.
It was the thought of gaining more success, and growing old and lonely. I refuse to front and cheat myself, from some of the greatest joys in life: some children and a wife God willingly.
I wanted to take on the responsibilities but I wasn't really financially stable yet, her heart she refused to let me play with that, and eventually left me alone, I was just a young man on his own trying to be grown.