1971
Poetry
by Michael F. Nyiri
"18 Today"
Brain is split Towards happy and sad And sometimes I just can't take it Trying hard Not to do what's bad And sometimes I just can't make it For eighteen years I've been a son Now I've got to Get used to Makin' it on my own. For eighteen years I've had somewhere to run Now I've got to Be guided by My mind and the sun. Troubles and pains Crowding in tight And sometimes you just can't do it People stare And it don't seem right And sometimes I think I blew it For eighteen years I've survived as a child Now I'm not I guess And I'm scared For eighteen years I could rest for a while Now my mind's Always active Cause I dared And have succeeded in taking That first step Towards becoming A man.
copyright 2001 by Michael F. Nyiri
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