A Little Boy's World Poem by Curtis Johnson
A Little Boy's World
A Little Boy’s World
By Curtis Johnson
When I was a little boy, I was always well behaved. Well, most of the time. Being honest and respectful is the way I was raised; not to be mean, but nice and kind. I don’t know why, but I was withdrawn a lot, very quiet, emotions in a cave; but mostly, I stayed in line. I had lots of family and friends that God freely gave, and all kinds of food on which to dine.
In my home town, some roads and streets were paved, but most were dusty and gravel ones, with no street sign.
There were lots of little things so treasured and divine; like loving to watch my father when he shaved. Perhaps I was looking forward to the day when the boy would become a man, and daddy’s shaver would become my own.
Whether I was right or wrong, grandma always came to my aid.
There have always been wonderful grandmas, but I think none as great as mine. The love I experienced, I could never trade; But there was another world beyond my family and friends; A dark world with enough hate to blow your mind. But that's a story of a different kind.
But God and my folks put love in us; and out of hate, we were never made. My two-faced world was still among the best worlds one could ever find. There were things of which to be afraid, and I was not that brave. But it always paid to be aware of what was out there, and fear was not a crime.
There was never much money to spend and none to save, but we didn’t whine, and somehow we managed just fine. cj08252015
2 - rhyming: words ending in -ine and -ind, and crime, sign, & whine. some favorite parts: " emotions in a cave" " daddy’s shaver would become my own" " A dark world with enough hate to blow your mind. But that's a story** of a different kind" ** have you written it? " But it always paid to be aware of what was out there, and fear was not a crime" " somehow we managed just fine" bri ;)
1 - form: prose poem though maybe more prose than poem, you pulled it off i feel. breaking it up into sections, and managing to make me 'feel' some rhymes where you may not have intended to rhyme, and the flow while telling about your life (really yours?) , and some very nice parts (for me) , cause me to send to send to MyPoemList. (cont.)
Another extraordinary poem from you mind's pen, Curtis! Beautiful glances of your relatives, exuding their love into your lines so perfectly. I especially identify with your last lines, explains my childhood exactly also. Thank you so much for these reminders of yesterday, they are heartfelt and emotional. RoseAnn
Roseann. It does not appear that I thanked you for your comment of 9/1/15. I appreciate your kind words and your point of identity. Yesterday's stories give fresh energy for today. Again, thank u and GB. Curtis.
It is an amazing and wonderful world seen through the eyes of a small boy which consists of the glimpses of father, mother, grandma, friends and a continuous flow of love and a little bit of fear. A quote: There was never much money to spend and none to save, but we didn’t whine, and somehow we managed just fine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Is your name on this page correct? Curtisj Johnson? ? I want to share this poem with others on PH and give them your 'correct name', but for now they probably should use what is spelled out here. bri :)