The Kid

...life of a lost soul

He is just another kid finding means to gratify

He knows not of perfect ways to live a life

He has made no efforts and someday he’ll regret

Because those who aspire on everything,

And lack definite motivation in life

Are left with realization of possibilities

So he fails to keep his thoughts aligned

What should he do, carry gun or flag?

Or walk in search of peace for his mind

 

He hates, he loves and he cries

While everything pours down his door,

The rain, the sun and the moonlight

And he wanders across streets

Walking, smoking and thinking,

Watches the street lamps turn pale,

Tosses the cans around,

Such is the story of a lost kid in town.

 

Reviews

[Devons]

This is a very smoothly-lingual and image-producing poem. I particularly like the way language is used; with a sort of intelligent 'street' twang to the mood of it. A pretty cool piece of work, and evocative of the 'lost' and aimless feelings of youth. I know.
Really liked this line...

"What should he do, carry gun or flag?"

..that says a lot with just a simply contrived comparison, but one that encompasses many categories of people.

[ORBLE]

love this and how he is just a plain old kid, like so many who have aspirations... it sure reminds me of how I used to be only last year. Thanks for sharing, it was a good read :D

[Bee J]

Smooth and free flowing with simple and easygoing lyrics....

...ani is that kid supposed to be you or a mere imagination?

anyway , go on!!