Stranger Poem by A B Faniki

Stranger

Rating: 5.0


When I was but a child
anywhere I go I find magic
and you could see the joy
and delight in me everywhere

I go; but as I become a man
life becomes a strange thing
and I stranger to all the magical
places and people I use to love.

Standing from outside and looking
in now I realize what turn me
into a stranger it was because
I let the child in me die

Tuesday, January 7, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: changes,child,magic,man,stranger
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
© A B Faniki 01/07/2020 all right reserved part of banal tells coming soon. As a child i se the good in people and things everywhere I go and forgive easilybit as a grown up thing are not so much I find fault with thing and find it hard to forgive like kids do.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Hopkins 07 January 2020

Not dead, only asleep. Very thoughtfully written poem, AB.

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Kingsley Egbukole 07 January 2020

The innocent mind of the child and the corrupt mind of the at play. Beautiful poem...10+

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