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Manchild

I have seen him peek out from behind
Whiskers unshaved on a Sunday morning
Clumsily breaking inferior imports
Blaming gravity for his falling

Failing to remember words
Such as infidel
When describing his own disbelief
At having grown too fast old
Too slow smart

He has always been hiding there somewhere
Within this man now grown old
That frustrated child
Spitting expletives at every failure perceived

Yes I believe I do
Recognize him as me.

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  • SkyScraper Soul
    September 29
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    I can relate to this piece. Very well written and composed. An excellent job.


  • myrataal silver member
    September 19
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    Your talent is so impressive.

    I run out of adjectives. But always you reflect in honesty. That I love about you and your work, most of all.



    Love
    Myra

  • RWayne
    September 11

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    Awesome!

    Thank you so much for sharing this wise, well-written, insightful, humorous and utterly delightful little poem. I loved everything about it! You did a great job hiding the indentity of the main subject which gave the surprise ending some real emotional impact. As for your phrasing, I have many favorites. "Clumsily breaking inferior imports, blaming gravity for his falling." "Failing to remember words such as infidel." "too fast old, too slow smart." "Spitting expletives at every failure perceived." Wow! I haven't read many poems on this site where I wouldn't suggest any changes but this is certainly one of them. If this isn't a publishable work then I give up! Very, very impressive and thank you for sharing it.