Old Child

Poem By Mihai Cosmescu

Child. Old child,
No longer wild;
No longer speaking,
No longer beguiled;
I have become
A quiet old child.

Child. Old child,
No longer cold;
Never an old man,
Always too old;
I have become
An old child tenfold.

Child. Old child,
Forever a child;
Always rethinking,
Always exiled.
I should become
A happy old child.

Child. Old child.
Always soft-spoken;
No longer breaking,
Still being broken;
I have become
An old child, unspoken.

Child. Old child,
No longer bold;
By thinking, rethinking
Of stories untold,
All through my childhood,
I've become... old.

Comments about Old Child

beautiful write. Child. Old child. Always soft-spoken; No longer breaking, Still being broken; I have become An old child, unspoken. this stanza in particular. 'No longer breaking; still being broken' Love your choice of words. Thank you Gabriela
Dear Mihai Your words have moved me, Oh what if we could all rekindle the wow factor in life. I do, at 37, I'd like to think that there are others out there who do the same. Laugh at ourselves, make snow angels, enjoy making pictures in the clouds.Let's laugh at the little/big things in life. Our perception of what life should be has become over complicated and creates too much paperwork and pain. Just A Thought.Love Duncan


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