Age, At a Cost

A series of words strung together to form a poem

Once there was a child searching between this plane and next

His body remained young but his mind grew so complex

For years the child could be seen wandering about

Until the day he met the man who would remove his doubt

This man was a salesman and he shared the awful truth

To purchase life events the child had to sell his youth

Oh how people grow and oh how people die

They sell everything they have just to live their lives

Spoken words and humming birds

And dreams, They all move fast

By the time you realize what you have

Your whole life will have passed

The child made the deal and he was young no more

Now he was an old man dead upon the floor

Oh how people waste and oh how people whine

The way they spend their moments could be called a crime

Author's Note

I don't consider myself much of a poet so go easy. I mostly use it as a warm-up exercise before I get into story writing.

Reviews

[R. L. Ives]

For not being a poet you sure poeted you heart out here. It flows quit nicely is certainly substantive in meaning. Very well done.

[Sami Khalil]

Spoken words and humming birds
And dreams, they all move fast...
Well penned.

[Adam Crate]

Thank you, that part was the result of pure flow. It came out naturally which I think benefited it.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...

[mandy]

i liked it, adam! it had lots of thought and insight. u r a good poet. keep writing.

[Adam Crate]

Thanks! Glad you liked it.

[Kaya]

For someone who 'isn't much of a poet', this is definitely a really thoughtful and insightful piece. It really resonated with me, I think you have more skills than you give yourself credit for.

[Adam Crate]

Thank you very much ^^ I appreciate that, and I am glad it resonated with you. Often when I write anything be it poem or story I'm unsure if anyone else will be able to relate to the material.

[Kaya]

Well you definitely didn't face that problem here!