Short Poem No. 1

MelancholyMe

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.

  • Author: MelancholyMe (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 19th, 2016 11:52
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 34
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  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    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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