Too young or too old?

“Either you are too old or then too young for something, you always seem to be at the wrong age at the wrong time” Gun Roswell

Too young or too old?

You are too young to understand, but you are also too old to play with toys

You are too old to live at home, but too young to get to an old folks home

You are too young to think of such things, but you are too old to not have a plan

Whatever the age, there is always a restriction of what you can or cannot do

Seems no matter what, you always end up on the wrong side of the age fence

And so, if you are stuck in the age mind loop of things, nothing moves along

So, forget age, be what you want to be, no matter how many stages you have gone through

Life is hard and living no matter the age is, an so all that which really matters

Doing the things you like at whatever stage, playing, laughing, trying on new things

Wooden frames, never the same

“Old discarded buildings made out of wood, gently merging to the landscape, back to the earth from wheres they came, as they should, not too lame, huh?” Gun Roswell

Wooden frames, never the same

The island barren with only a few standing trees, but the houses they were building, out of wood you see, as the idea was to never make them be forever there, but only for the while as the dwellers stayed and lived their lives, in small hives. And now into rest they may finally lay, in the long and lingering process of decay. But do not feel sad or even sorry or for nature worry. As all that which was built from the land, by the land and with a lending human hand, will once again merge with the earth, as per rust to dust, or what ever the old saying. It is just a matter of time before they are all laid in, and one, with the ground. Then, in no time, soon to sprout, new trees, will be standing there instead, oh so proud.