Red Devilâs pumpkin spice,
Silver smiles, a portrait so nice.
Reminiscing back to that night,
Little siblings to young to fright.
No longer wearing a mask,
Howâs your day? Heâll never ask.
No longer pictures speak perfect,
No matter how hard you try to work it.
Silver strands showing way to early,
Iâm barely even turning thirty.
The devil is a costume no longer,
Weâre older now... ...