The Arrogant Youth.... Poem by Eva Clara Harahap

As you drawn yourself into a mirror..
Where all is still last...
The Arrogant Youth....
Are coming from the full of mouth...

You are no different...
With beggar on the street...
Live only by the mercy of others...
The same as your reflection in the mirror...

You are a damn fool..
For treating everyone else's as a tool...
To satisfy your ego sentris...
When you think no one take a notice...

I am not a juror..
But I can see an error....
From a bright shining mirror...
For living in such a masquerade...
Under a champion's shade...

But Who Am I to tell?
As I am no William Tell...
Who can shoot an apple fell..
Without any important duel...

Oh i leave the arrogance youth behind...
As it never take me to grow beyond the hind...
It is just an unimportant weed...
That disturb my flowers seed to breed...

I wish you finds the peace...
For everything could be a great solace....
For as long as the mirror stay aside...
To mislead you with its wrong shade...

All shall leave the arrogance youth...
When everything seemed so truth...
All the world will then be wonderful...
As everyone will live to its full..

Copyright © Eva Clara Harahap July'09