days and years later

days and years later

 

 

 

twisted school child

of the 60's

lessons written on protest banners

 

ideals make the honor roll

as I meet the scourge

of the draft, of friends

becoming strangers

lessons written on life not paper

 

twisted school child

becomes an adult

lessons never forgotten

diploma never attained

 

all for naught

and naught for all

 

I should have stayed in school

but a truant heart

knows no classroom can contain it

nurture it, 

make it into something worthwhile to society

 

teaching now, in later years

somehow the books took hold

brought me back just enough

to reinvent

but outside those bindings

 

I became 

a twisted adult

with a new purpose

emerging from the old one.

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/6/22

Reviews

[Lisasview]

Made me a smile and chuckle..dear Jacob..
Yes, as life marches by we often find out why we are here..
In some weird way many of us are the Twisted Child of the 60's..perhaps only recently coming out of our rabbit hole.
Lisa

[jacob erin-cilberto]

those rabbit holes get claustrophobic don't they?
thank you for your visit today, Lisa...
read morethose rabbit holes get claustrophobic don't they?
thank you for your visit today, Lisa...
appreciate you.
j.

[Lisasview]

They sure do..

[Vertigo Cat1111]

This is such a beautiful, amazing piece. Just the story it tells and the way it’s told is masterful and put together so, so well. ‘Twisted child of the 60’s’. I have to really applaud you for that line, it’s so genuinely good and telling. It all comes together in the end and wraps up perfectly. ‘ I became a twisted adult, with a new purpose emerging from the old one.’ Genuinely one of your best from what I’ve written I think. Thank you for sharing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Vertigo, it is nice to know that I might still have some good ones in me as I age.
I appreciate your kind review,
j.

[Miss Sharon]

(twisted school child of the 60's lessons written on protest banners) How well I remember! I think the arrival of The Beatles was the only thing that saved me. I was (and AM) so in love with Paul!! Hey Jacob...one of your older poems (which is my favorite) "A POET'S WRAP FROM THE DOLLAR MENU" Do you still have it posted here? ~Sharon

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I will check and see if it is still here somewhere, Sharon

thank you,
j.

[Patricia]

Yes yes yes so relatable except the draft part but I remember the war but was just a kid, what a mess we make! The dropping out of school and coming back probably for different reasons but the coming back is probably the same reason in that I still valued education just not the situation at the time. I hated high school with a passion! Not the education the school. Oh I’m ranting! Sorry this poem brought out the warrior in me. Great write j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Please, Patricia, rant on.
It means a lot to a poet to get a reaction like this.
thank you
j.

[M. J. Smith]

If daring to believe in what is right, standing up for truth as you saw it is twisted, then call me a twisted child of the eighties! And proud of it, Jack!
As to twisted adults... Well, who's truly twisted? Those who champion true freedom? Or those who use the language solely for their own gain?
For all the "lessons" we have learned, have we abandoned what is truly important? Only the individual heart can answer that. But before we do, we need to look deep into the eyes of our children.
Thought provoking. Nicely written, Sir.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, look deep into their eyes, I agree...
thank you for your insights...
j.

[M. J. Smith]

You are most welcome, my friend.