I'm a little boy stuck inside a man's body.
I wonder how those around me got to be so old.
They are all adults who are raising children,
Or worse have raised children,
Or worse are raising grand-children,
How did they get to be so old?
I'm a little boy stuck inside a man's body.
My hair is graying, my body's aching.
My back refuses to lift heavy items.
My arms complain when I use them.
My feet are no longer swift.
How did my body get to be so old?
I'm a little boy stuck inside a man's body.
I still play with little ones and try to have fun,
But I get tired and must rest while they still go.
Yet, I'm the one they desire to chase;
I'm the one who's expected to be better and faster, but I'm not.
How did I get to be so slow?
I'm a little boy stuck inside a man's body.
I'd rather have fun than responsibilities.
I'm amazed at the things expected of me now.
I still think those around me are much more wise,
And yet I'm surprised when they ask me advice.
How do people miss seeing the boy I am?
Author notes
Ever feel this way?
A contest entry
- Not Original but Fun by Tecohe.
625 points, ended January 14, 2008, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Very well written
With Parkinson's Disease and cataracts, I no longer feel so young.
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This is just brilliant
Yes I could relate on different levels. The little girl in me when someone is asking for advise I feel so unqualified to answer. This poem in just brilliant in the way you wrote it. You are a wonderful man with a precious boy that will always be a part of you. A bit of sadness through this poem but none the less it speaks a bit of truth I believe in us all. It's just not everyone is in touch with that part of themselves.
Thank you for sharing your gift to write poetry with me.
Much Love
Kelle Marie
stavykm
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YES!
I relate to this so much! My heart and mind are full of youth and vigor, but have constant reminders, I am aging. I took my 17 year old to look at colleges, it felt so odd, that I was old enough to be doing this!
Great poem, I really enjoyed reading!
blessings,
Michelle
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You have a 17 year old! Now I do feel old. I'm only 2 years older than you if your profile is correct. I have no kids, but friends my age do and yes, kids as old as your kid.
"I wonder how those around me got to be so old.
They are all adults who are raising children,
Or worse have raised children, "
Just wait till the grand kids come...
Thanks for the read.
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magnificent writing!
Than you for entering the contest. This is a great description of aging. Good luck!
Tecohe -
Great write! I'd rather be a child stuck inside an adults body than an adult stuck inside a child's body. Never growing up keeps one forever young. smile
Judy
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WOW i really like this one it is really really good. i love the imagery it is really great.this is one of the best poems i have read ever!!!!!! poems like this make me want to write more JUST like this!!!!!!!! Well anyways this is a really really great poem.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! my favorite part was.
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lol - I'm never growing up. Funny, though, because I am commonly a sounding board for people. Like a sponge, they drop it, I absorb it, and well, it does get exhausting. Still, though
I swear I'll never grow up.
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I'm more concerned with the men (220 priests) that were stuck in the little boy's bodies....
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I could not help but smile
Bob, this write reminds me of so many of us.
Though I have 2 children and a grandson.
Makes no difference, I am a girl in a woman's body.
Don't ever lose the child within.
You are so special. *HUGSSSsssssss*
I am applauding you 3 times.
Yertweetyness
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I enjoyed this poem alot! I much rather be a carefree child then a adult who has to carry around alot of burdens!!! I don't know how God does it! and he carry's EVERYONE'S burdens that's crazy!!
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excellent~
Love this and the repetition in it...
I feel sometimes before I got cancer like a little girl
stuck inside a woman's body...
Love the pic you chose to go with the poem and the backgroud..
Best of luck in the contest...
Love your new author page....your new pics of you are very nice looking...
Postphoned chemo today woke up at 2am so very sick and did not think I should take chemo and being sick at my stomach so re scheduled for next Thurs..
Love n hugs
Susan~~~
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Beautifully Enriching
I feel that way right now. (3 grown children and 3 grand children..ow and yes I have felt the way you describe..Peace/Mia
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This poem shows of the boy still inside; it does not matter your biographical age or the physicalness of age, its wisdom that counts. And from this piece, you have much of it...Great write, its very descriptive and I like the rhyming sequence . Theres alwaya child inside ALL of us...so PLAY!
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And yet I'm surprised when they ask me advice.
How do people miss seeing the boy I am?
Humm you have a point and you are very honest revealing the feel of your this note which often people hide from the word...I appreciate the dbeauty of your work here...This is really so wonderful idea to depict the face of the truth in so much powerful immagery here...you have penned this work with great poetic structure and impact as well...I do really adore this work...
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I really like this poem. I have a little girl inside me and often wonder the same things. The children can the child in me, and just like you, they beg me to play and I do, but I am running empty, way to soon. But that little girl inside, says let's play some more. When did I get to be so old. Great poem.
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Good Read
I still think those around me are much more wise,
And yet I'm surprised when they ask me advice.
How do people miss seeing the boy I am?
I'm only 27 but I've always said that I still think that I'm a teenager. This poem let me know that I'm not alone. -
I feel t his way all the time. I would so much rather be coloring than working physics, but color is not offered at college. Keep being a little boy or else you will get old.
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