The Six Stages

by AJ Goodpaster   Oct 26, 2012


In the years gone by
I've come and gone.
To see a change
Within my song.

I know of my first
A child brand new.
Where lies were fake,
And what's real is true.

I was a baby
No hair on my head.
No worries of falling
And rails on my bed.

I couldn't choose,
Nor could I walk.
I couldn't hate,
And I couldn't talk.

Next I was older,
Learning new tricks.
To pet the new Kitty,
As my dog chased a stick.

I learned to lie
Like other before.
I learned to cheat
And steal from stores.

No hatred still
To treat others harsh.
No cleaning my clothes
With bleach or starch.

Then I was older,
In my high school days.
Where learning was true,
And no time to play.

Where clicks were law
No hanging with others.
The geeks hung with Goths.
And the nerds with there mothers.

Cheerleaders and jocks,
And losers with freaks.
U got the Enos with cuts
And that Guy who streaks.

Later on I got a job
Outside of college.
To show the world
Of my new found knowledge.

But my job was the army,
To fight till I die.
It left my mom,
And my girl to cry.

Deployed in theater,
As IED's surround me.
I think of my life,
And what I miss to see.

I come home from the fight.
My brain all a mess.
I put on my green suit.
I was taught how to dress.

A kiss from my girl,
A hug from my mom.
But where is my dad.
Where has he gone.

Years after his death,
I became my father.
I had my own kid,
She was no bother.

She never cried
As she lay down for bed.
The only water running,
Where my tears that I shed.

To be a daddy,
It had been my dream.
Now to bigger issues.
Raise her how to "seem"

She has now gone through,
The changes I once was.
She worked on her "seem"
And a path towards love.

She finally getting married
To man much like myself.
So now she can change,
And put me on the shelf.

She will pull me off
When she is ready for me.
As my grandchild appears.
This one is a he.

I spoil the little one.
like my grandfather before.
I give all that I can
And very much more.

I'm now in my final stage,
I have lived out my dreams.
And my six stages of change,
It all from my "seem"

The word Seem in this context meaning to be what others may only think u r. It is a disguise to show off or to hide.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Julie

    That is really good! Awesome poem :)