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Teenager
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Other He was a poet, said the words from his mouth
Etched with the wind, and rain
A Christian as well, said the cross ‘round his neck
A weight carried day by day.
He was open minded, spoke the endless thoughts
And the expressionless gaze on his face
But NOT a kid for organized life
Childhood, gone without trace
A teenager lived here, told the bedroom wall
With posters, and music, and games
A shelf full of books told the knowledge inside
Or the tales of wonder and fame
The carpet was stained, from drinks he spilled
Each spill tells a memory
Of a time when simpler life ruled supreme,
And the teen was a toddler, you see.
Something was LIFE, told the pictures on shelves
Or rewards, from a time in the past
Something called life, I said sitting there
And these memories will LAST.
Childhood days were simpler times,
I wouldn’t go back, somehow
I’m happy as is, in a teenagers strife
I’m happy the way I am now.
