Reason to Live

Ten! That was the age, I knew the pen,
Four of my five years was filled with books words could pour.
Sixteen, she looked like a sardine,
Eight was a figure girls made me to come late.
Five watched me join the hive,
Seven I was told would leaf up heaven
One was God, when men were taught to own a gun
Thirty would have made a millions abruptly.
Two for the breasts I’d hold too,
hundred dollars to me would be associated.

Ruddapoet