The Young Man

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, an older man states,

"There, time is here"

And cane in hand, money to pay

Quickly walks away.

 

The young man treading

Through narrow halls and

Unfamiliar faces, warning

From his path. "It is done,"

They call, shaking their heads.

"Again 'tis repeating," they say.

 

The young man backward he 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.

Author's Note

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

Reviews

[papillon afflutter]

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

[Eli]

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

Do you mean that you don't get the entire poem?

[papillon afflutter]

Definitly the 2nd paragraph dealing with the narrow halls. If it is life, it should be wide open space with so many paths to choose, buy not choosing any. I don't know if that is what you meant.

[Eli]

Not entirely.. and please private message me if you want to talk about the meaning because I don't want it ruined for anyone else.