Years don’t count when you’re labeled ‘Down’s’
I’ll always be seen as less than nine
-this year, last year- so be at ease
when two wise eyes begin to crease;
keep your compassion or little frowns
and play for hearts - yours and mine!
I won’t get older even when
the classic ages of man appear:
I’m an infant dressed up as a man
loving dancing - loving friends
and although I’m tentative –loud- unclear
and hating darkness - I’ll be a youngster at my very end.