Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

Wasted Youth.

I was thinking about a prompt from a few days ago or so, about teachers. It got me to thinking, once kids go to school they’re on a one way track aimed at getting a job, earning money, getting married, having kids, or worse still being sent off to die in someone else’s fight to gain wealth or land. Before they know it, it’s too late to understand we live in a corrupt world, let alone do any thing about it. Even students once a bastion of protest have had their spines torn out by the system. As I look back on my life, I wish I had been more active in trying to promote change, now the clock is near to striking twelve and I’m struggling with technology to make a point.

Wasted Youth.

I’m just a kid, doing what kids always did. play with toys, and bang a saucepan lid, I’m just a kid.

I went to school, learnt to toe the line and not act the fool, I went to school.

I’m just a youth, neither, brash, nor aloof, but a great desire to find the truth, I’m just a youth.

I’m a young man, I work and don’t have time to plan, dont belong to any sect or clan. I’m a young man.

I’m married now, I try to find my way somehow, for the rich just another cash cow, I’m married now.

I’m middle aged, I’m now disillusioned and enraged, what can I do I’m at this stage, I’m middle aged.

I’m older and wise, peoples greed comes as no surprise, violence is on the rise, I’m old and wise.

Im an old man, I’m going to do just what I can, to make the world understand, we’re all bound for shadowland.

I don’t have long, to try to put right some wrongs, this blog will be my swan song, I don’t have long.

Meadowhead Bard.

Tomorrow something a bit lighter.

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