That Strange Child Poem by David Beckham
That Strange Child
While everyone walked, he crawled
And stared back at those who stared at him
While everyone talked he remained mute
And stared back at those who stared at him
His future is belied in the footsteps of his father who died when he was born
His body, cremated and stored away for the sake of his son
But one night a thief came and made away with his ashes
Why his ashes? No one will ever know
Long nights he spends staring out into the darkness…
The child, talking and dancing with who no one sees or hears
Indeed, he has a voice; indeed he can walk …
As seen here in company of fine angels, ... he is alive and well
that's pretty good, apart from the deeper meaning relayed through your words, the words themselves flow nicely together with a few well placed natural breaks. I keep rereading the first line of the second stanza; it's quite heavy. good job.
I hope you are painting how absurd is the life of a fatherless uncared child in the society. Complex problems of life leads to strange ways.it makes one think about deep problems of the society.Marks 10
Those that are strange are more often described as brilliant behind closed doors. Beautiful writing, as usual.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 10:48:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
crosses the dimensional walls we put up out of our fears... there is life beyond what we allow. good poem, thought provoking!