![]() Still a BoyA Poem by Brent![]() A poem about the dangers of never growing up.![]()
He was scared of what they would call him,
He was scared of what they would say. So, he put the problem off to be solved another day. But, days turned to months. And months into years. The man was still a Boy, the greatest of his fears. Too soft to be a shout. Too sweet to be a lime. Diving in shallow waters was his only crime. The children and the witch, the tortoise and the hare, the Boy forever lived in stories, his world a cover bare. © 2017 BrentAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on August 18, 2017 Last Updated on August 18, 2017 Tags: poetry, reflection, childhood, growing up Author![]() BrentCAAboutWriting was the first time that I ever felt strong. It was the first time I felt that I could make a difference in the world. I know they are just letters, little swirling symbols. Yet, they are the f.. more..Writing
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