Seventeen Dowdell Poet Rhyme

Young and Old, Children and Adults.

I watch the children as they play
They laugh 
and smile, thinking 
everything is okay
But in there feeble little minds
Hidden behind bright young eyes
They know, to the world there nothing but a child
The world dosen't know
The world dosen't care
There just another face
With a number and a name
Inside, they grow old
Tired and misserable
Sick and cold
Wishing something good would happen
But knowing that it won't
Outside there still young
Knowing nothing of the world
And the evil people it holds
Old replaces the young
Now these children are adults
Frowns and sunken eyes
They never seem to smile
All they seem to do is cry
When money isn't right
When life turns into a job
The only time they smile
Is when they finally die.

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J. Rock October 16, 2009 at 7:13 AM I enjoyed this poem. It is very honest. As adults we start taking this man-made life around us so seriously. We think that's what being an adult is about. It doesn't have to be way tho, we make the choice in our minds. Suddenly life becomes a chore, and uninteresting. The money, the jobs, the expectations, its ridiculous. The life that man didn't make is very incredible tho, if you can see around all the madness. This had turned into a rant, so I'll leave it at that. Thank you for posting. :)