Whatever happened to the boys of my youth
Specifically you, if I’m telling the truth
I can accept the changes that Life and aging brings
Not so much the difference in fundamental things
From conversations that went well into the night
Sharing ideas and theories like a burning light
To a taciturn coldness and gruff demeanour
You wear ill manners just like it’s your armour
The hardest thing of all that I have to swallow
Is how the change in you leaves me feeling hollow
You inspired me to be the very best I can
Yet you’ve become a jaded, middle-aged man
Closed off by arrogance or misconception
Rebuffing friendship or the mildest affection
Once omnipotent in your positive influence on me
Now just impotent and cynical is all that I see
~ kei
5 October 2015
Found on Internet, not credited
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So sad how people change.. it’s like a tree rotting from the inside.
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So True… rotting with the very things they once so despised. Hopefully, change can come before it’s too late.
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This is painful! Touched a chord within.
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Smiles. Thank you.
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Difficult when a loved one becomes like this!
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Sad, and that’s a compliment to the poem as it’s well communicated.
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Thank you so much Steph. Truly appreciated.
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I know too many people who your poem could be describing 😦
It is well written and easy to visualize your description of a friendship that has evolved into the very thing that as youths you probably vowed you would never be!
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Thank you and you’re absolutely correct – sadly. It’s a terrible thing to watch our friends get old before their time. Not age but elect to become judgemental, smug and cold. It flies in the face of my ideals and the example I want to be for my peers and for children looking for options beyond “grumpy old (wo)men”.
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It’s hard when a person you care about changes for the worse.
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