growing older

When I grow up a bit older
I maybe become bolder,
And express what I say
In an ordered fashion way,
I won’t have to be a poet
and to write some kind of sonnet,
just to get out your attention
before going out on pension,
I maybe old but a bit wise
Just a wolf in sheep’s disguise,
I need some new kind of spice
To experience paradise,
To see you live is my old dream
And scan everything in between.