I remember those words, when I was young
a dog-eat-dog life, those who sang out
received the meat, those who didn't
got into observational psychology...
It is high time I receive the entrails,
and shout "I Want!", to be the fat bird
in the nest, the one always fed,
the one that finds mates, and, it seems, the best...
but no, the years bring quietude
weighted by years of pondering
how we really never change-
those who shouted "I Want" the loudest
are still being fed the premium worms... so
Do I sound bitter? Hell yes, I am!
Worms are good! You can add jealousy to that!
-and the desire to strut around and flaunt...
...and yet disgust, which is why I won't be spending
my remaining years
saying, "I Want".
Author notes
background is from my previous poem, a children's dragon fantasy lol (but with important life lessons) -you know how the previous background comes up as default now...
A contest entry
- Contest for over age of 50 by misticmoonlite.
675 points, ended March 22, 19 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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oh yes
I want is part of being in the catagory of the 50's
I want and then wait to see if ya get...but don't hold ur breath lol
good one for this contest, thank you and good luck
MM
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thanks Misty, if you enjoyed it and read it five times, then I'll consider it 'done'...!
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