Welcome to My Poetry Site

Bartered Youth

Hosting my own cocktail party,
  I feel as when a child

Looking up, again I'm lost,
  among adults wearing smiles

I pour the drinks and carry trays,
  and laugh at the right times

But still feel small and unattached
 -my bartered youth in mime

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)


Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
Bartered Youth

186,012 Poems Read

Sponsors