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Wow, I have no idea where this came from at all... I was just looking around on the guild, and all of a sudden I had some urge to write a poem. How strange. Anyways, this is a very odd little piece, and probably the first poem I've shared wth anyone, much less online. sweatdrop .

Anyways, it addresses Life, and the questions raised by going through it. (You all know what that's like)

A Common Cry

It's a strange effect, to be a kid,
Lost anywhere you care to live.
There's so much trouble, so much pain,
And in the end, it's all the same.

We'll come of age and lighten up,
But when is the change that changes us?
It's as if we draw a dividing line,
One that's impossible to define.

Is it any different, the age of me,
Or do we answer to maturity?
One often thinks, and we all do,
"I can't grow up, so how did you?"

"Life's a journey", they'll say later,
"Get up, go on, and leave your Mater!"
But is easy for us to do?
The fear and loneliness that it strikes through...

When we reach that point, and we all will,
Will life be more than just a rumor mill?
As if to say our lives didn't matter,
We'll adjourn to the Wall Street clatter.

It makes me feel like Peter Pan, really,
It's like I'm no better than Little Billy.
We can't tell where we want to go,
And where we end, we'll never know.

So what do we do to end the wait?
We'll march on to the Pearly Gate.
You'll get no more advice from me,
Because most of my time is spent questioning.

Now I must start my own journey...
Like everyone else, I have to find what happens to me.
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So anyways, tell me what you think. I don't believe that I'll really put a lot of thought into criticisms, now I think about it, because this took me less than ten minutes to think of, write up, and post. Heh, just something to get the feelings out.

Hmm, that's pretty good for something done in ten minutes but it does seem to be typical of most poems. I tend to call it the 'universal rant' because that's what most people on gaia do...

Anyway, there was something sweet about this. I think because it's length it allows the thoughts of the narrator to affect the reader in that nostalgic (sp) way.

I'm sure if you go back and edit this you'll make it complete.

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It's Latin actually. wink

Father is pater, mother is mater, husband is maritus, wife is uxor, son is filius, daughter is filia, brother is frater, sister is soror, grandfather is avus, grandmother is avia, grandson is nepos, and granddaughter is neptis. There are many other terms for relatives, but occasionally one comes in handy. Latin is the base language for all romantic languages, and it lends itself well to poetics.


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