Wild Child

I think this poem was probably written when I was about 17 and a bit of a wild child (at least compared to now), going out clubbing every weekend and frequently getting drunk.

Early to rise
Early to bed
Keeps you healthy
But socially dead

Late to rise
Late to bed
Means you’re clubbing
And off your head

By Sarah Downing

My name is Sarah. I was born and grew up in England and currently live in Düsseldorf, Germany, with my fiancé Corey and my cuddly cat Biscuit. I work as a translator and writer for my own company Aardwolf Text Services (www.aardwolf.de) and I love vintage clothes and music, as well as singing karaoke.

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