As a young child my path was clear.
My mind had not yet filled with fear.
I knew exactly what to be,
Though it was not the same each year.
A hero was my first decree.
To fight ‘bad’ and defend the free.
Even so young I was aware,
That this plan was pure lunacy.
A fact of which I did not care.
My dream so strong it would not tear.
Strong until it faded with age,
And a new plan I did declare.
With puberty’s bombarding rage.
The Navy was on the next page.
To fight for what is right and true,
I didn’t care about the wage.
It wasn’t long before I knew,
That this was not my journey’s cue.
So as each year kept passing by,
I drifted on without a clue.
Now with each tick I lose my spry.
I have no goals before I die.
I somehow must have lost my way.
My dreams left me, I know not why.
So now I try to seize the day.
Counting hairs as they turn gray.
Not having any set career,
I grind to keep hunger at bay.
Author notes
I was inspired by the rhyme scheme in a Frost poem. The theme of course is obvious and somber. I apologize for it being such a sad piece.
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Wow..
You have such amazing and beautiful flow, i love the way your poems come together
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Wonderfull!!!
Enoq, you should never apologize for the emotion behind a piece, the fact is it's the emotion behind your work that makes them so great. You are truly gifted writer, and I understand that the demand for poets seem less than desirable, but if you can write poetry like you do, you can more than likely write other genres with as much greatness as you have shown all of us. I am not trying to stroke your ego but simply offer my opinion. Dont give up on what you love, and what you are so truly talented at...hey you could always teach poetry too, as you have shown considerable knowledge in form, rhythm and rhyme. Anything is possible!
now for the poem...lol...I just thought it was wonderful
I loved how you again showed progression in this, and showed the perspective of every stage.
"It wasn’t long before I knew,
That this was not my journey’s cue.
So as each year kept passing by,
I drifted on without a clue."
I think so many people get caught in this same situation very relatable.
"A fact of which I did not care.
My dream so strong it would not tear."
you have perfectly described here, the strength of a child and how they hold on so tightly to what they believe in.
Enoq, this was a wonderful write, and a wonderful read. I truly hope your path is cleared for you to see, and you find the road that leads you to the greatness that we all see! Great Job!
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don't think you've run out of time. crap, i know a 93 year old who just got his high school diploma. it's never too late to do what you want to do, though it's always easier when ur younger because there's more time. let's take this as a lesson for all of us. ps. Frost is the bomb
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Nice work!
I see you finally looked that poem up that I told you about. I didn't recognized the scheme at first until I read your note at the end. Then I went back and looked again and could see what you had done. Good job.
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BOOOYYYY~
I know I have told you this a thousand times before, but you are SUCH an amazing writer, I mean really more talented than I have read.
This is not flattery, I am not that superficial, it is an attempt to 'stir your (directional) pot'
It is a gift, the question is; is it your passion?
passion + potential = purpose
Sincerely
Carly
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It is
I only wish it could be my profession. Alas the market for potentially gifted poets is not very lucrative. =( As always you are way too kind. Thank you for reading this piece it really poured out of me.
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