I look up through my bedroom window
And see the bright, blue sky.
I feel the breeze float through the tree leaves,
I hear a bird nearby.
But as I sit here - looking, longing,
A thought I can't deny,
I am afraid, though young, I am,
My life is passing by.
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Author:
MelancholyMe (
Offline) - Published: July 19th, 2016 11:52
- Category: Reflection
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WELCOME MM ~ Thanks for your first poem. Nice structure rhyme & rhythm and a reflective topic for a Young Man ! As you say tempus fugit so we have to make each day count. Time goes faster as you get older ~ so stop sitting and start selling (or whatever !). Yours BRIAN
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