Monday, April 30, 2007
Happy Birthday…
to Big Boy. Belated actually since I am a day late.
to Old Boy. Another year older today and perhaps a little wiser?
One in his thirties and another in his forties.
Surely I should be able to tell the difference?
But somehow, I still reckon boys will be boys.
Well, that was what I was being told eleven years ago by the good-looking ex-boyfriend while we sat on a small slope flying a kite.
That thought has since been stuck in my mind.
to Big Boy. Belated actually since I am a day late.
to Old Boy. Another year older today and perhaps a little wiser?
One in his thirties and another in his forties.
Surely I should be able to tell the difference?
But somehow, I still reckon boys will be boys.
Well, that was what I was being told eleven years ago by the good-looking ex-boyfriend while we sat on a small slope flying a kite.
That thought has since been stuck in my mind.
