Little boy.

Life as a little boy.

A Little boy of seven,

Dreaming of eleven,

Hoping for some more,

Then a few toys on the floor

Little boy eleven,

Dreaming of a heaven,

A truth or a lie,

As to whats in the sky

Little boy fifteen, 

Dreaming of eighteen,

with a bottle in hand,

feet covered in sand,

Little boy eighteen,

Dreaming of the unseen,

Closes his eyes,

Watches the world and all its lies,

Little boy nineteen,

Dreaming of a young teen, 

Watching the toys on the floor,

Not wanting anymore..

Author's Note

Any help to improve would be most welcome , enjoy :)

Reviews

[Will Neill]

Iandyou, I have read some of your poems, you ask how to improve- I myself am more of story writer than a poet so feel that I am not the best to give advice-but try looking at not ryhming the second line each time but try a more sutle approach. read my poem 'Forbidden Love' and you will see what I mean. But above all keep writing.
Will

[iandyou.]

i know exactly what you mean , ive read so many of those around , il give that a shot too , thank you so much for your feedback :)

[sonnetmoon]

This poem is about a boy turning into a man. In someway I believe this poem is about you. He doesn't want to reflect on his youthful years. He is now a man and wishes to move forward. The use of the word 'dream' brought a deeper meaning to the poem. When he was younger he dreamed of the future. Within each phase of his life he becomes wiser. I really enjoyed reading this. It truly is a work of art. You are extremely talented and I look forward to reading more of your work.

Thank you for sharing this poem iandyou

-sonnetmoon

[iandyou.]

thank you for the review :) yup it is about me :) thank you so much for the review , and yes il keep posting , thanks once again ,means a lot! :)