An Eighteen Year Old Lad

Here I am, an eighteen year old lad
Born and brought up like a prince, by my mum and dad
Never cried in pain, neither by lack of any leisure
Taking birth in this heaven had always been a pleasure.

Was born a quick, pointed like a sharpened pencil
My beloveds spent the cash, identical to the tallest hill
“Will uphold the family’s honour”, my parents thought
Unthriftiness, the people mocked

The initial steps were fun,
I was beneath none
My family commended me for my victorious battles,
But who knew, this is a war and not very a battle

The time flew, and my ambition grew pale
It was my teenage, and it took it’s trail
I cared more about my looks rather than my thesis
And hence started the crucial years of my life, but I was just a waterless Pisces

Now my path felt more like ladder of cactus rather than easy stairs
Sometimes I climbed, and sometimes I just stared
For now the journey seemed too difficult,
As the track became a horror, and I was no more a cult

I acted as if I have so less to conquer,
But i knew this etiquette won’t take me any further
Everything got blur, I waited for things to settle,
But didn’t knew, life was treating me like a butcher’s cattle.

I still see the glitter of hope in my parents eyes
But I doubt, whether telling them the truth is wise
They have spent their hard earned money and made sacrifice
I do wonder, whether I was ever worth that price.

Now the glimpse of future makes me cold as ice
I don’t know, whether it’s the present that I would suffice
Cause now the sharp pencil is blunt
And i am just a deer in a lion’s successful hunt.

What I dreamt, what i got
I mocked the making, and now I am just a defaulted pot.
I pray for being wet clay again,
So I could respect the making, and reduce my pain.

It’s difficult to shatter your family’s hope,
It’s lot easier, to get strangled by a rope
And here i am, an eighteen year old lad
Who dreamt of glory, but life turned out to be bad.

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of

Old Man Zombie

Old Man Zombie long poem

couples run naked then plunge into the vast sea laughter ensues… through the duration of the night a flock of birds with intense sounds In the distance the still silence then an old man appears gets into his boat and

Old Men

Old Men short poem

I saw the soldiers Marching off to war. Lean, strong and hard Like young lions. I went to a mirror and there I saw a grey haired, fat old man. How did this come to be, What happen I ask

One Year Disease

One Year Disease short poem

2 weeks, I look in the mirror and all I see Fat, ugly, and worthless staring back at me I pinch my stomach hoping it will shrink It has only been two weeks; I will soon look better… I think

The Year Of The Departing Artist

The Year Of The Departing Artist elegy

Among my Father’s gifts that keep giving I see less and less of the living. I find art that will never, be given to us again ever. Blue plaques and statues confirm their passage. Blues and bad news can’t hide

Old Tortoise And Evergreen Rabbit

Old Tortoise And Evergreen Rabbit short poem

Both of them are running from Aesop’s days of simplicity stamina and diligence defeat contempt, insincerity. Then again in 1934 Disney shot them at running track Tortoise won as beauties failed to charm Love of life brought Rabbit’s ill- setback