Sunday, March 27, 2011

Day 217, Predjudice Poem

For the next few days, I am going to post some poems.... poems that I wrote.. so here they are.

Just because I'm young...
By: Rob Talbot

Just because I’m young,
Doesn’t mean I’m naive,
Doesn’t mean I’m not wise,
And it doesn’t mean I don’t know what goes on in the world.
Just because I’m young, doesn’t mean I drive crazy,
Doesn’t mean I party every Friday night,
And doesn’t mean I’m loud.
Just because I’m young,
Doesn’t mean I don’t care,
Doesn’t mean I’m clueless,
And doen’t mean I’m stupid.
Just because I’m young,
Were you young once?
Do you like to have fun?
Is age just a number?
Just because I’m young.

Robby Talbot

2 comments:

  1. Wow, Rob I am pretty impressed. I love writing. i also love reading! Guess What ROB? I am going to tell you my favorite poem k, good well you better read the whole thing!

    Ok, I actually have two!
    The Man In The Glass
    Peter "Dale" Winbrow Sr
    When you get what you want in your struggle for self
    And the world makes you king for a day,
    Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
    ...And see what that man has to say.

    For it isn't your father or mother or wife
    Whose judgment upon you must pass.
    The fellow whose verdict counts most in you life
    Is the one staring back from the glass.

    You may be like Jack Horner and chisel a plum
    And think you're a wonderful guy.
    But the man in the glass says you're only a bum
    If you can't look him straight in the eye.

    He's the fellow to please-never mind all the rest,
    For he's with you clear to the end.
    And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test
    If the man in the glass is your friend.

    You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
    And get pats on the back as you pass.
    But your final reward will be heartache and tears
    If you've cheated the man in the glass.

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  2. Today I met a great new friend
    Who knew me right away
    it was funny how he understood
    All I had to say

    ...He listened to my problems
    He listened to my dreams
    We talked about love and life
    He'd been there, too, it seems

    I never once felt judged by him
    He knew just how I felt
    He seemed to just accept me
    And all the problems I'd been dealt

    He didn't inderrupt me
    Or need to have his say
    He just listened very patiently
    And didn't go away

    I wanted him to understand
    How much this meant to me
    But as I went to hug him
    Something startled me

    I put my arms in front of me
    And went to pull him nearer
    And realized that my best friend
    Was nothing but a mirror

    Retold by Kimberly Kirberger

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