This poem is about when leaviing childhood behind. And the fears , the hope's of joining the adult world.
Many destitutions we have to make , carry on ,
With education , or the join the uncertain world
Work.
Up till then , we had no worry 's no fears of food ,
Plait always full , roof over our head , cloths on back,
Shoes on our feet , all free , at no cost,
The comfort zone,
Remember the talke's with carear's , with teacher's,
Perant's,
Of what to do , desitan's , desitan's we had to make.
The worry's of, if we make decide wrong,
May be to go on , study further,
Will I fit in , will the adults I work with like me?
Will I make friend's?,
Will fuerther study help me more?
To inabul me to get a good job , a job that's a career?
Now soon I will have the fear's , the wory's I was protected from,
Dame I am going soon be no longer a kid , soon I'll be a dammed grown up!!,
Remember , those day's , then be more understanding of the kid, for you were
That kid not so long ago.
Ken D Williams (THE DYSLEXIC POET)
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Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2007-04-20 at 19:21
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ON LEAVING THE CHIlDHOOD CUMFORT ZONE.
We we reach the age , the time to leave school,Many destitutions we have to make , carry on ,
With education , or the join the uncertain world
Work.
Up till then , we had no worry 's no fears of food ,
Plait always full , roof over our head , cloths on back,
Shoes on our feet , all free , at no cost,
The comfort zone,
Remember the talke's with carear's , with teacher's,
Perant's,
Of what to do , desitan's , desitan's we had to make.
The worry's of, if we make decide wrong,
May be to go on , study further,
Will I fit in , will the adults I work with like me?
Will I make friend's?,
Will fuerther study help me more?
To inabul me to get a good job , a job that's a career?
Now soon I will have the fear's , the wory's I was protected from,
Dame I am going soon be no longer a kid , soon I'll be a dammed grown up!!,
Remember , those day's , then be more understanding of the kid, for you were
That kid not so long ago.
Ken D Williams (THE DYSLEXIC POET)
(copy righted)
Poetry by ken d williams
Read 897 times
Written on 2007-04-20 at 19:21
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