Thoughts at Seven Years Old - a perspective poem/a growing up poem

Thoughts at Seven Years Old
by
Greg Pincus

Slow and steady wins the race.
So, sure, today call me “Shorty.”
But I’ve been growing two inches each year....
Let’s talk again when I’m forty.


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