Mihai Cosmescu

(April 30th 1983)

Old Child


Child. Old child,
No longer wild;
No longer speaking,
No longer beguiled;
I have become
A quiet old child.

Child. Old child,
No longer cold;
Never an old man,
Always too old;
I have become
An old child tenfold.

Child. Old child,
Forever a child;
Always rethinking,
Always exiled.
I should become
A happy old child.

Child. Old child.
Always soft-spoken;
No longer breaking,
Still being broken;
I have become
An old child, unspoken.

Child. Old child,
No longer bold;
By thinking, rethinking
Of stories untold,
All through my childhood,
I've become... old.

Submitted: Saturday, October 29, 2005

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  • Gabriella Franco (8/4/2006 12:35:00 PM)

    beautiful write.

    Child. Old child.
    Always soft-spoken;
    No longer breaking,
    Still being broken;
    I have become
    An old child, unspoken.


    this stanza in particular. 'No longer breaking; still being broken' Love your choice of words.

    Thank you

    Gabriela (Report) Reply

  • Duncan Wyllie (1/21/2006 11:11:00 AM)

    Dear Mihai
    Your words have moved me, Oh what if we could all rekindle the wow factor in life.
    I do, at 37, I'd like to think that there are others out there who do the same.
    Laugh at ourselves, make snow angels, enjoy making pictures in the clouds.Let's laugh
    at the little/big things in life. Our perception of what life should be has become over complicated and creates too much paperwork and pain.
    Just A Thought.Love Duncan (Report) Reply

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