YouthA Poem by Eddie ContentoI don't like growing up.Golden youth passed you by some things never last Leave your glove above the box Of pictures from your past Faded like the dimples On the ball you’ll never pass Deflated like the hopes and dreams that every adult has
not had has
buried deep inside far from exhumation inearthed in dirt neglected due to maturation
Go ahead sit in that chair Cower over that screen The dirt don’t miss you at all Or your ripped blue jeans The only clouds you see Is the vexed dust from your keyboard keys and the light in which you soak isn’t natural luminosity
and the sun says, “hey remember me? I throw pebbles at your window In the form of rays But day in and day out I’m rejected by your shades Listen, kid I do forgive you We all lose sight sometimes And when you’re ready to reunite Just open up those blinds”
Who decided maturity Meant dark rooms, coffee, and board meetings, monotony, long days, and even longer evenings
When I grow up I want to be a kid By that I mean full of carelessness and innocence I’ll never stray from happiness Cuz it emanates from youthfulness
A light to keep me safe at night Down the hall and down with fright ambitions spark and dreams ignite the schedules of our routine life
so if you feel the same as me please put down your blackberry pick up the ball and pick some teams sweat and sprint and scrape your knees I’ll play any place you care to meet in any field, court, or street I’m begging you to break routine And spend a day outside with me
and as streaks of color usher dotted skies it’s time to issue our goodbyes I want to thank those of you for showing up because life’s too short for growing up © 2012 Eddie ContentoReviews
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