I Met a Boy

This is about a boy I met while I was volunteering at a homeless shelter. He was 17 and there alone and very shy but once he started talking he was so much fun to be around.

I met a boy today,

I don’t know how to describe him.

 

Sick and tired of the world was he,

Yet full of strength and fightin’.

 

When he smiled the room would glow,

Orbit around his face,

Yet his smile was scarce, scarcely seen,

Mostly sorrow was in its place.

 

I met a young, young boy today,

I don’t know how to describe him.

 

On the streets at seventeen,

The world still trying to spite him.

 

He would mostly check his phone,

Wouldn’t look in your eyes,

But when he did the world would spin,

His smile was one of surprise.

 

I met a sweet, sad boy today,

I don’t know how to describe him.

 

Quiet and withdrawn was he,

So afraid of tryin’.

 

All he’d ever felt was hurt,

Some of his teeth were missing,

His story was so bad, I’m sure,

Not one to be dismissing.

 

I met a wonderful boy today,

I wanted to describe him.

 

To do him justice,

Let him know,

How lucky the world is to have him.

 

I probably won’t see him again,

I hope he’ll be alright,

Aiden, If you’re reading this,

Please make it through the night.

 

Author's Note

What do you think? Anything I can change/improve?

Reviews

[A. V. Madison]

Wow, this is so raw and powerful. A stellar write. I would indeed say "well done" or "great job" but those don't even begin to express how wonderful this poem is. It's moving, it's emotional... it's superb. Bravo, Isabelle.


Love From California,
Maddie

[Isabelle Faye]

Thanks. I hope it did Aiden justice, he was an amazing person. Well, he is an amazing person.

[A. V. Madison]

I have not a doubt in my mind that he is. I'll keep him in my prayers.

[Isabelle Faye]

And I thank you for that. I can't imagine what it would be like to live I the streets, unsure of where my next meal would come from. He was only a few years older than me but the way he talked, he could have been 30 or 40. It's the experience, the life lessons that come with growing up too fast.

[A. V. Madison]

Living on the streets is pretty much like you described him. I've been there, when I was about six or seven. But I had to keep my head up for the four year old blonde that was with me, my littler sister. It sure does teach you something about family and thankfulness. No one should go through that, no matter how old you are. I hope Aiden's okay. Theres a light at the end of each tunnel.

[A. V. Madison]

oops, not "him" I meant "it".

[Isabelle Faye]

Oh, I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I know you're probably sick of all the sympathy by now but I had to say it. I'm glad you're alrigh now. I hope he's okay as we'll, I'll probably never see him again but he made a pasting impact on me and he deserved to have a poem written about him. I hope there's a light at the end of his and that he stays out of the gangs and drugs and drinking that are always dangling in front of him. I hope he lives through this tough time.

[Speak in Silence]

I don't even have words to describe how much I love this. Good luck :)

[Isabelle Faye]

Thank you.

[Speak in Silence]

You're welcome :)

[Destructive Impulse]

Wow this is really beautiful. This is a true story?

[Isabelle Faye]

Thank you. Yes, it is a true story.

[Destructive Impulse]

Wow. Did you find out this guys story?

[Destructive Impulse]

I'd definately like to meet this guy. He sounds really intresting

[Isabelle Faye]

Sort of...Aiden dropped out of high school when he became homeless and he's been traveling the country, working. He wants to work in all 50 States. He was really interesting.

[Destructive Impulse]

Sounds like it. Have yall been in contact since you wrote this?

[Isabelle Faye]

No. I saw him once again but I've never seen him since and I probably never will.

[Destructive Impulse]

Wow thats really depressing. Im sorry

[Isabelle Faye]

It's alright, the shelter was in the city and I live in a suburb and I went there with my class of sorts.

[Legolas]

Great poem. He seems like a very kind, sweet, amazing guy. You were lucky to meet him from the sounds of it. It sounds like he has a great smile and is very fun to be around. I'm sure he would love this poem.

[Isabelle Faye]

Thanks Legolas. He was, I only saw him twice. I ran into him later during my class as well. He was very kind and sweet. He did have a contagious smile, he was very charismatic. I don't know if he would. Thanks for the review. :)

[Legolas]

Maybe you'll see him again. Who knows. He sounds amazing. You're welcome.

[Legolas]

Oops, hit send before I was done. I know he'd love it.

[Isabelle Faye]

I doubt it. He isn't in my area, we took a train. I'm glad you think he would. However, that would break my vow of never showing my writing to anyone that I haven't met online.

[Legolas]

we never know how the future will unfold. I guess it would. he would love it though.

[Isabelle Faye]

That us true. Yeah, I'm glad you think so.

[lucyh]

amazing poem, very bare and true. i like the vulnerability in it, well done!

[Isabelle Faye]

Thanks.

[Becky]

Only thing I would say is that if he's homeless, I'd take out the part about checking his phone.

Other than that, wonderful write. I especially like the last stanza.

[Isabelle Faye]

I was writing this off an experience I had with this boy and he was checking his phone, he was staring at the screen, flipping through photos, stuff like that. If you feel it detracts though, I can try to change it. I'm glad you like it.

[Becky]

You don't have to change it just based on my opinion, but yes, in my opinion it does detract from the overall mood.

[Isabelle Faye]

Okay...I'll try to look it over and find something to substitute for it but it might take a little bit of time.

[Becky]

Okay. I'm seriously not saying you have to change it. If you think it's better the original way, then you should keep it.