I am not so young again, poem

I am not so young again,

As I seen.

 

If I went to a mall or Mcdonold's,

the waiter would call me Sir and boy no more.

 

I am not so old,

nor are others so cold.

 

In the colledge,

and among my classmates,

I am received and assured as a good student.

 

But in the real life,

many others of my age have even got a wife.

 

I am not so long for marring a wife,

but I can not deny I am not so young in the real life.

 

Maybe in my parents' eyes,

I am always so young.

However,in my own eyes,

compared with those younger boys,

I feel I am not so experienced and less cared-by.

 

I am less cared-by,I am less cared-by

I must weave my old days godbye.

 

I find except for my matural appearence,

I have got no enough experience.

 

Young boys of today seems received better education,

however, I still feel it a pity for my education,

when there is no flower, no sun,

only study, only exams.

Those beautiful things only exist in the poems.

 

I feel sorry for myself and those who likes me,

I know there is always a he or she.

 

What I have learned seems as nothing,

nothing to use,noting to proud,

and nothing,nothing to relay on.

 

I feel no ease except confusion.

I can not cheat myself with illussion.

 

Life is real,life is cruel,

but the wound of my heart can not be cured.