The Flame of Childhood

Biography poem i did for lit class

The man once said,

What is it?

What is life?

I wanted to know.

 

I was young, ponderous, and born in Atlanta, Georgia.

Left to watch life stroll by,

To engorge every detail.

Here lies the tale,

Of this.

 

It’s hard to know what this is,

But once you find it,

It will never leave you.

 

I wanted to be a chemist

I wanted to be a doctor

I wanted to be a lawyer

I wanted to know.

 

I wanted to be the architect of the world,

I wanted to know

“You’re just a child,

Children don’t understand”

That’s what they told me.

 

I wanted to be famous

I wanted to be the godly figure

I wanted to know

To know everything that was

 

“You’re just a child,

Children don’t understand”

I wanted to understand.

There were no answers.

 

Top of his class

The next great man

The greatest I’ve ever taught

Young and naïve

I wanted to be great and wise

 

I wanted to know.

I wanted The knowledge.