Yesterday I had breakfast with my inner child,
and the little bastard stuck me with the bill.
He told me that everyday is different, and if I was smart,
I would never get my fill.
But I rolled my eyes with indifference,
because my heart was cold and still.
Adults, it’s seems, are different.
See we only believe in skill.
So dinner was cold when I got home.
It always is that way.
I toil in my trouble,
and I think its best that way.
For I’m older and not younger.
Tomorrow is just today.
My inner child hungers,
I think I can starve him out someday.
For hope hurts the older you get.














Comments
I really really like this.
I would get rid of the last line because it seems out of place to me but overall this is a very nice poem, it has great rhythm and a cute message, the opening is cracking!
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You may see a silly fop & a worshipful justice, a griping rook & a grave citizen, a worthy lawyer & an errant pickpocket, a reverend non-conformist & a canting mountebank, all blended together to compose a medley of impertinence -- at the *Coffeehouse
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many cry for the dolphin, trapped in fishing nets.
but who cries for the tuna?
"See we only believe in skill."
Those lines seem like fillers to me to satisfy the rhyme scheme. To be honest I'd almost prefer this not to rhyme at all, so it seems more inner-monologue-like, if you know what I mean.
Apart from that, this is a fantastic poem. Really well done.
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confusion is the door way to thought.
peace and love
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confusion is the door way to thought.
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confusion is the door way to thought.
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I've gone out to find myself. If you find me before I do, keep me here until I get back.
peace and love
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confusion is the door way to thought.
I think I can starve him out someday" that appealed to me. I like that very much. Hard to explain, but I found it kinda.. like if you hold back your childlike innnocence for a long time, it'll come soon er or later
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