Poetry & Art

4 YEAR OLD
By Dewey Davis-Thompson

I yearn to churn like turning weather:
I long to scream and shout.
I wish to smash pot tops together
as I march about!

But quiet must a grown man be.
Please whisper like a mouse.
An adult proceeds carefully
to ambulate the house.

No! Don't do that! Stop right there:
A litany, they scold.
Mine acts of impulse they compare
as of a four year old.

Mirthful joviality,
spontaneous and bold,
and wildly-flung festivity
draw frowns of iron cold.

Obligated thus it seems
to keep a somber face,
be juvenile just in my dreams
and not in common space.

But though the direst penance loom,
still I go to stomp and zoom:
ranting ruckus room to room
and Silence finds a certain doom!

For quiet though
a grown man be
a noisy child set free
be me!
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Enjoy 4 Year Old, Oh Mosquito, Tribe of Elves, Be Somebody, Back to Start and a dozen other poems suitable for young readers with illustrations by the author. Self published, sent by mail 2-14 days delivery.