Rolph David
To the Child I Used to Be!
In "To the Child I Used to Be," the lyrical I reflects on the innocence and simplicity of childhood, contrasting it with the complexities of adulthood. As the years pass, memories of youthful struggles give way to new challenges—unraveling family ties, unfulfilling work, and the weight of past decisions. Yet amidst the turmoil, there remains a thread of resilience and hope for the future, urging the speaker to cherish the moments left and seek a gentler path in the years ahead. This poem hopefully captures the bittersweet essence of growing up and the enduring quest for peace and understanding.
I miss you still, though fifty years have passed,
Your world of play, where troubles were so few.
Before my body changed and life “amassed“,
When days were warm, and joy was all I knew.
Adolescence struck like thunder in my chest—
Who I should love, how I appeared, and why
I felt so lost, with questions left unguessed,
And drink at home was every night a cry.
First loves were shattered, tangled in regret,
The future grew uncertain, darker yet.
Each problem piled on more than I could bear,
And peace was fleeting, swallowed by despair.
The job I built became a daily curse,
Each task a burden, dragging through despair.
My family’s bonds unraveled, growing worse,
And all I loved was scattered in the air.
But decades passed, and though the troubles changed,
The pain of youth, compared, seems rearranged.
The struggles now are deeper, more profound—
In work, in life, where peace is seldom found.
If I’m allowed a final third to live,
I’ll try to find the moments I let slip,
To offer more than I have yet to give,
And take what’s left with steady, gentler grip.
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Published on e-Stories.org on 09/26/2024.
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