Like A Child

Like A Child

A Poem by Sean

 

Slip, stand, brush off your hand

and again into the fray.

As children we get up again,

adults struggle with that each day.

Pressures of the world are worn

as shackles upon our daily lives.

Each new pressure each day born

cuts deeper than the sharpest knives.

 

Cut me off, I've had enough...

© 2008 Sean


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depressingly true, i've been thinking of this all too much lately.
thanks for sharing this

Posted 13 Years Ago


Interesting take on growing up. It's true that children are almost infallable in their belief that if you fall and get up again everything will be alright but there is always the time when children become jaded. I liked the way you made the first stanza though I have to admit the last line didn't really do it for me. I think either you should take it out all together or maybe go back and add a little more to it. Nice work.


Brette

Posted 15 Years Ago


pretty good. the first four lines were meaningful. could've added some more lines to it.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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