A boy
who was special.
He was so sweet, and smart, and kind.
He was fun, and had his own mind,
his own way of doing things.
He wanted to be a weather man, and never get married.
He was a different little boy.
A guy
who is normal.
He has grown weak, and regular, and boring.
He does what others do, say what they say,
he's not different anymore.
He smokes pot, and has had many girlfriends.
He's just the same as everyone.
In only a matter of years,
he has changed into someone else.
I don't know him,
but i don't like him.
I miss who he was,
and want him back.
But he lost himself among the others
and among the vast world.
I hope he will return,
I wait for his old self.
But now I realize,
the person who he used to be,
is lost forever.
Wow! ! . this one iz so amazing. i like how you dicern the boy from the guy. the well-organized words flowed very well...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good poem Jolenish.