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Born too late
Posted: 27 February 2010
Word Count: 119
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Born to late
'For a common man'
Born too late too sail the seven sea's
to find new lands, strange bird,s
gigantic tree's.
There is not much left too discover,no
precious metals or stones for the
common man too uncover. No desert that
has not been trod, no new cultures
no new god!
No mountains left to climb no new rivers
too unwind,no jungles left too creep for
the common man in the street.
Gone are the days he would sail the world
in ships made just from wood, too take his
God to peoples new for what he thought
the common good. Born too late for all
adventures set in foreign lands,born to
late for a common man
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 V`yonne at 11:14 on 01 March 2010
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Gone are the days he would sail the world
in ships made just from wood, to take his
God to peoples new for what he thought
the common good.
I'd say a big amen to that but unfortunately it's still going on 
I wasn't quite sure whether that was what you meant... It's a rather gloomy picture of a world in which there is still so much to explore.
(btw: to late should be too late throughout)
Born to late to sail the seven sea's
to find new lands, strange bird,s
gigantic tree's. |
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Liked that start
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 James Graham at 12:17 on 02 March 2010
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Hi Tony - I haven’t much to say about the technical aspects of this poem; it says what it has to say in a pretty clear and straightforward way. What you’re saying in it is a novel idea, one I don’t think I’ve heard before. Not that the age of discovery is over, but that the age we live in, post-discovery, is ‘too late for a common man’. Sure enough, many Europeans who sailed the seas and were part of the great explorations and colonisations were common men. One of the greatest was Captain James Cook, son of a farm labourer.
But I can’t help seeing your poem from another angle. I keep thinking of the people who discovered so much of the world before the Europeans. There must have been places that had ‘not been trod’, but not as many as we think. Prehistoric man migrated out of Africa into Europe and Asia, and eventually out of Asia into Australasia and the Americas. What I’m saying is that when Europeans had their ‘adventures set in foreign lands’ they were only the latest wave of adventurers. These places had already been discovered.
Nevertheless, it was all new to them. For them, it was discovery. So perhaps we could say that even though there’s ‘not much left to discover’ nowadays, for new generations travel could still be an adventure. If a young person decides to go back-packing in the Himalyas or the Australian outback, maybe there could still be that thrill of discovery that was felt by past adventurers.
There’s always space, of course. If we ever get to Mars, we really will be in a place that’s untrodden. As far as we know!
James.
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 Tmog at 12:59 on 03 March 2010
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Thanks for the comments, to amended to too. I sound like an owl only I'm the twit. Thanks agian.
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Felicity F at 21:31 on 10 March 2010
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Ha ha ... Very funny... 'twit too' to u too..
Sry, I am being silly here, but I have the flu and am bored. I liked your poem, but unfortunately my powers of intellect are suffering from blocked sinuses and a 'fuzzy head' so any comments may lack coherency.
However, I do see what u mean. There was a romantic sense of adventure back then filled with danger and mystery that added to the whole experience of discovery.
Felicity.
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SarahT at 23:11 on 11 March 2010
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Hi Tony,
I'm not sure that I like this as much as your excellent poem about doors. What I liked about that was the way that you took the reader on a colourful journey through the doors themselves, while painting a picture of a whole life and its broader canvas. In this poem you seem to have eschewed picture painting in favour of having a sigh about things. I thought the most expressive part was the exclamation mark here:
I think that was because this was surprise at, if not a challenge to, the way things are. The rest of the poem doesn't quite match this tone. You refer to common man being left out but perhaps you could get a little more indignant or even political (or philosophical) about it? If you see your way to adding to this, I'd be interested in how you do it.
S
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