Rogan Hennie

Young At Heart

Young at heart, I look up at the sky

Sat in a chair in a broken down house

Young at heart, I cry out the names

Of those that hurt me, of those that died

Young at heart, my name doesn't fit

Get off this train, son, you don't belong

Young at heart, there's someone listening

Pack your bags, boy, trains leaving.


You're Not My Mom Anymore

Don't point the finger at me

I'm not a child anymore

Wrapped in cloths no more

Wrapped in your arms no more

The tendencies of my movements

They plague my everyday 

The tendencies aren't improvements

Singing in the day now, singing in the day

You're not my mom anymore

Between our hearts there is no love 

You're just a whore

And you're heart is poor  


You Don't See Me

In the middle of my existence

You are sitting on the side

Other people who know you

Tell me not to hide

Though it seems like yesterday 

You were on top of the mountain

Flying high and free

Now the cold air has frozen you in your sleep

You don't see me

You don't breathe me in

Just imagine if you can the moment we first met

Settle it down in the pit of your stomach 

And tell me one simple word 

That will make me love you again

Or fly away and never come back 

You were not mine to begin  

Rogan Hennie is a writer living in Alberta, Canada.

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