Hello sonny speaks papa dear
No one calls when I cry with tear
Early bed and early rise seem not good
Parents watch night films and I brood.
Looking at the film stars in the high
I see magazine pages as mummy-papa pry
Though we sleep together every night
They come from the other room bright.
Mummy and papa think me a fool
Dress up shabby in the morn for the school
Instead of noodles I have to take some milk
While they go to the office wearing silk.
Don't know when I would be free
As with friends I need to be on spending spree
Ask for money and the parents talk 'but'
The other day I overheard them calling me 'nut'.
Though of chubby cheeks with dimple chin
I like when my girlfriend gives me a grin
Can not treat her proper without any money
But parents enjoy calling each 'darling' and 'honey'.
One, two and I have to buckle my shoes just
My times are flying very fast
Parents always talk of some future fight
Life overall is not easy but a bit tight.
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Comments: 10
Superb control of the rhyming voice in this reflection on the difficulties of adolescence, showing your range as well as your capacity to merge the traditional forms of classical poetry with the "voice" imperative of contemporary.
You surprise me every time!
This poem seems different than your others. You have indeed broadened your range.
It is really kind of you to praise my novice attempts. Your comments are always encouraging for me and improves my confidence level.
Thanks dear.
Yes Barbary ... I am trying with good wishes of you all.
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