Still a Boy

A poem about the dangers of never growing up.

He was scared of what they would call him,
He was scared of what they would say.
So, he put the problem off
to be solved another day.

But, days turned to months.
And months into years.
The man was still a Boy,
the greatest of his fears.

Too soft to be a shout.
Too sweet to be a lime.
Diving in shallow waters
was his only crime.

The children and the witch,
the tortoise and the hare,
the Boy forever lived in stories,
his world a cover bare.

Author's Note

Are there any famous poems that have a similar style/structure to this poem? I feel like there is, but am yet to find it and want to give due credit.

Reviews

[Yosh]

I like the poem special line diving in shallow waters was his only crime
Great

[Brent]

Yes, I feel like some people literally do nothing wrong in their lives. Yet, they are rejected just because they didn't achieve some big goal--a goal that society values.

Thus, it's like a crime against society to not achieve something incredible in your life.

Thank you for your kind words!