One foot.. after the other..
Feeling like.. I am walking on feathers..
Such a dreamy day.. in my disarray..
Reality has left me.. I am in children’s play..
Wanting to skip.. down the sidewalk street..
What would others think.. this old man is a freak..
Sometimes… I do not care..
My inside heart.. wanting to do dares..
It is not my age.. or mentality..
The kid inside of me.. that has never been free..
So I do what I want.. anyways..
Then carry on.. with my child’s play..
Author notes
This Poem is All Me...
A contest entry
- Short Poems About Anything (PW welcome) by Intricate Wordsmith.
550 points, ended May 28, 2008, 54 entries
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Comments
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It is not my age.. or mentality..
The kid inside of me.. that has never been free..
So I do what I want.. anyways..
Then carry on.. with my child’s play..
Love this write! Absolutely love it and I adore the last stanza of it. God, how I can connect to it.
Great write! -
AWESOME!!! Really like this one, no doubt! Very good luck to you.
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