Once

A poem I wrote for my English 3 class. I like it. Tell me what you think.

Once

When he was just a boy

Everything was good

Everything was easy

That was the year he knew nothing

That was the year that cartoons were everything

He was young and he needed everyone

His parents still tucked him in

And when they forgot he cried about it

And when they refused to come, he kept quiet

In this time he was carefree

In this time he had all he needed

 

Once

When he was a bit older

Things were fine

Things were still easy

That was year he started to know

That was year that cartoons meant something to him

He was a bit older and needed just a few people

His parents stopped tucking him in

And if they did, he he didn't care

And if they didn't he kept it to himself

In this time he was afraid of the dark

In this time he pleaded for the light

As if it killed the demons

As if it calmed his nerves

As if it did

 

Once

When he was older

Things were ok

But most things got harder

That was the year he knew a bit

That was the year that cartoons meant nothing to him

He was a older and asked for even less help

His parents still didn't tuck him

And if they did, he'd push them away

And if they didn't, he prefered it that way

In this time he was no longer afraid of the dark

In this time he took comfort in it's embrace

As if it dweled in him

As if it was him

As if he cared

 

Once

He had grown into young adulthood

Things sucked

Everything was had

That was the year he knew enough to get by

That was the year he stopped watching cartoons

He was older and asked for very little help

His parents hardly talked to him

And if they did, he'd just smile and nod

And if they didn't, he didn't exactly care

In this time he spent most of his time one his onw

In this time he didn't care for company

Nobody around

Nobody but him

at once

It all changed

He had all he needed once again

That was the year he was called

That was the year that cartoons began to mean something again

Reviews

[John Stussy]

Potent, makes one reflect on their own life and their needs and comforts through aging. Well done Hayden.