The Life of a Young Old ManA Poem by PlatusThe reminiscences of a man a when he is young. Followed by the reminiscences of the same person when he is old.Part I: The Young Man
Reminisces I had a hope for my life that was unspoiled Then I saw the truth Maelstrom! Maelstrom! Maelstrom! The waters of my being railed against me I saw myself for what it was “A lesser being.” “Kill it! Kill it!” “Rescue us from this monster.” I made a pact to never say anything. “Please tell me what’s wrong, I want to help.” I never said anything “Why don’t you open up, we love you.” I never told anyone “You look depressed, what’s the matter?” I sank into my pit and quivered Quivered I never saw anyone like me There were others So the rumour went But they were like me And so, not to be trusted I fell around for a while Met no one Told no one Heard nothing from nobody about anything And now, when I sit all alone in my little room Without anything Without any at all Is it not my fault, For being what I am? Part II: The Old Man Reminisces
I awoke from my sleeping I saw the world as it saw me A nothing A no one A man getting out of bed What had I been doing? When I was a child (And he was a child) In this kingdom by the sea Had I known that the world would ignore me Had I known that things were entirely meaningless Things would have been better I cast myself into doubt Upon seeing the truth I shouted Maelstrom! Maelstrom! Maelstrom! From the highest tower In the land of tears and misery And still, nothing happened Was it that I had to realise That this was nothing? Was it that I Had to Realise That there was nothing I could do? Maybe even I I Someone like me Could be happy A little happy Maybe I still can be Maybe I am © 2010 PlatusAuthor's Note
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