Bartered Youth Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Bartered Youth



Hosting my own cocktail party,
I feel as when a child

Looking up, again I'm lost,
among adults wearing smiles

I pour the drinks and carry trays,
and laugh at the right times

But still feel small and unattached
—my bartered youth in mime

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2018)

Wednesday, February 14, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: youth
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