The Young Man

The Young Man

A Poem by Eli
"

I was bored one day in class and had this one idea stuck in my head, and what was created is a kinda philosophical poem that may be hard to understand, so I apologize for that.

"

The young man awaits

For screeches of a train

Lights flicker, older men state,

"There, time is here"

And cane in hand, money to pay

Quickly walks away.

 

The young man treading

Through narrow halls and

Unfamiliar faces, warned

From his path. "It is done,"

They call, shaking their heads.

"Again 'tis repeating," they say.

 

The young man now backward falls

Knowing nothing to learn, nor

Anything to remember. "Those calls,"

He says, "They will never help."

Aboard the train he returns,

His journey, he never learns.

© 2013 Eli


Author's Note

Eli
Certainly not perfect (for instance the first stanza is hard to read I think), so please critique!

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I don't get it. Cane is a walking stick. Don't apologize, just try again!!!!

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 6 Years Ago


Eli

6 Years Ago

It's just a typo. At least you knew what I meant!

Do you mean that you don't get the .. read more
papillon afflutter

6 Years Ago

Definitly the 2nd paragraph dealing with the narrow halls. If it is life, it should be wide open sp.. read more
Eli

6 Years Ago

Not entirely.. and please private message me if you want to talk about the meaning because I don't w.. read more

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