NINETEEN .. .

NINETEEN .. .

.

Nineteen,

I started writing when I was nineteen but that’s a lie

The child became a man when he had learned to cry

If I was nineteen today I might just long to die

\.. .

Seventeen,

Sixteen, fourteen, my father broke my heart

Compulsion is not something your taught, he tore my heart apart

You learn to listen, you yearn to find your place, you learn to lie

\.. .

Fourteen,

Where are the fathers, off playing games?

Just being there is a duty, a boy becomes a man, a man becomes a rock

If I was fourteen today and my father went away?

\.. .

Fifteen,

I started writing when I was fifteen and that’s the truth

I met a man once called Alan, my truest, better self

A sturdy guy who wore a tie, he taught me all I know

.. .

edenbraytoday29.12.2020

About edenbray

I am a writer ... a beat poet who began writing poetry way back in 1966 ... 'edenbray is born ugly, wet, covered in blood, mucous & bodily functions, the effluence of my short life' ... I recently published my 1st solo Anthology - the best of 60 years writing - previously I ran my own Art Supplies Store for 40 yrs before I became a full-time writer I am a Blogger who has posted 1,000 poems - available in 24 themed booklets ... please ask for details + leave a 'like' or a comment for my encouragement, thank you so much for listening - I truly value your opinion on my work ~ in fact I literally survive on your creative input ~ edenbray
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1 Response to NINETEEN .. .

  1. Athira says:

    Wonderful..so you started in 15✍🏻

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