Realization of the Old

Realization of the Old

A Poem by Monster ^.^

Why do we stop playing?
It's because we grow old.
No more toy cars, nor dolls
nor bedtime stories told.

But what irony in life!
No people on the same page!

The aged wish youth,
while the children wish age,

Time is too quick!
It's faster than a run,
What you have now,
Soon might be gone.

If it's only understood,
The reason underlying,
Why do we grow old?
It's because we stop playing.

© 2013 Monster ^.^


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Ha! I like it. Nice rhymes with a great message

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Monster ^.^

11 Years Ago

Thanks Ricochet! or is it Baby? or Baby Ricochet? hahaha! Thanks!
Truer words have never been spoken, exactly WHY people grow old, they lose that excitement of wonder and awe, our bodies may grow old but our spirit and mind can stay young forever, really enjoyed this one. ;-) Kudos

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Monster ^.^

11 Years Ago

Thanks Frieda :) if only people realize this sooner, the more they feel their youth :)
-smile-
The old still play. Unfortunately the games are more complicated and the stakes are higher.

I enjoyed this. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Monster ^.^

11 Years Ago

Hahaha, true. But don't they always like to return to those simple days ? :)))

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Monster ^.^
Monster ^.^

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My real name is JS Legara. I'm Male, 18 years of age, taking up Accountancy. I really love writing Short Stories, I like them funny. Since I could make through poetry and stage plays o-kay, I try t.. more..

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