Too Old to be Young, Too Young to be Old

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Too Old to be Young, Too Young to be Old

Awkward, gangly, 
 all elbows and legs, 
with necks too long and thoughts too small,
we act like adults,
or maybe like little kids.
Lighthearted and free,
or possibly just fucking stressed.
Drinking, smoking, doing drugs,
swinging, giggling, long warm hugs.
Two worlds
crammed into one head, 
one body,
one soul.
The freedom of childhood,
the responsibility of adults.
Making bad choices,
screwing up bad,
learning from our mistakes sometimes,
other times not so much,
but hey.
We're only human, right?
Kids?
Or adults? 

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DeepEclipse commented on Too Old to be Young, Too Young to be Old

12-30-2010

Perfect paradox. (The freedom of childhood, the responsibility of adults.) - The balance right there. How we want our cake and eat it too. Trying to always tip the scales to our favor. Yet whe one tips the other does as well. Opposite harmony. You balanced this piece well.

brokenhearted11

12/30/2010

thank youu, exactly. when youre young, you wish to be older. when youre old, you wish only to be a kid again. its crazy.

christianprep commented on Too Old to be Young, Too Young to be Old

12-12-2010

The poem was great.... child hood can be many things but when a baby a baby is perfect its when they get older that the conserns problems come into place through choices... this is suppose to be a little humorous.. in which im not good at

brokenhearted11

12/12/2010

thank you! and exactly, i envy the innocence and the genuineness of young childhood, their view of the world still new and unaltered. i appreciate the comment!!!

angelchaser commented on Too Old to be Young, Too Young to be Old

12-10-2010

This is very good, but I don't think I should say anything else about this poem :P

brokenhearted11

12/10/2010

okay? haha thanks for reading i guess..

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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