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Grave Expectations

by Amie Golda

In a land of labels
Far from Justice's eye
Sit some wrestling ideals
that heed not fair cries

It's where the youth
go unpunished for lack of
Lackluster schemes and for
their crimes of misplaced dreams

None expects more from this trifling lot
Except that which culture had them begot

Critisicm's a medal rewarded with age
while true struggling artists
Are giv'n the bane
of deconstructive recognition
without the objective glance of a precognition


Look! Far beyond the middling horizon
This land's far from grace's real reaches
But not so far from our very own stretches

For stretch, we do not, from our very own limits
And tender age is a gift and a curse as well
For there is naught innocent in a young man's mind
And if there is aught in a young girl's mind it be this:
Dreams of a future far from her reach,
for society's crippled the miles she could breach

And this trifling isle lies far not beyond
Our own borders for here it is found:
It's the decade of the century,
The turn o' the tide
Where idle minds vie as they bide
Their years into minutes
Which shall soon leave them no rest
And maturity's learned at too old an age,

The young and resented remain in their depths
too crippled to get down from the stage of innocence
Which tender their ages and ignorant time had
hoisted them on without so much as a thought worth two pence.


01/27/2010

Author's Note: Originally wanted to title this "The Young and the Resented" or "The Stage of Innocence",
but decided to add them in some lines instead.

For the record: I am 21

Posted on 01/27/2010
Copyright © 2025 Amie Golda

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/27/10 at 03:28 AM

I am utterly blown away by your ability to craft like this (and I'm glad I'm not the only one who writes longer pieces!) This is just so compelling and "maturity's learned at too old an age" just kills me -it's a perfect line!! Who cares if you can't play chess when you can write like this!

Posted by Michael Smith on 01/27/10 at 04:15 AM

Do you speak like this in everyday life, Amie? I have to wonder because you're so talented with what I deem "old-fashioned language". And "craft" was the right word from Therese because I don't see anybody gunslinging these words. I know everyone always says this about you but, you are wise beyond your years, youngin'. Stupendous!

Posted by George Hoerner on 01/27/10 at 01:09 PM

Have you been reading some Baudelaire my dear? I somehow feel it sneaking out of the 19th century. This is a fine write.

Posted by V. Blake on 01/27/10 at 08:58 PM

I'm with George, but you knew that already. You write with the weight of centuries upon your pen.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/27/10 at 09:11 PM

There is some mighty heavy stuff here and I like how you explore this. It's good to walk on by those who say the young can't do this or can't achieve that. I wish you well in all your ventures.

Posted by Joan Serratelli on 01/29/10 at 04:56 PM

I love your word choice. You have unbelievable talent. Excellent job!

Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 02/03/10 at 08:36 PM

Once I pick my jaw up off my desk... I could probably formulate an ovation of some sort to do this piece justice. ...wow!... just amazing and am lost in the fact that its ancient feel for today's modern world. You are a great writer! ~N

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