The sun will rise,
the moon will fall
but don’t forget the death of it all.
One day up the sun won’t come
and it will be done.
Even the broken crayons
have theirs fans,
they still color
but don’t forget the other
things to mention,
that the tension
from when the crayons run out.
Don’t pout.
I told you this was coming,
so don’t start running
because you know I’m right
when I say a flight
might crash
with a bash
because all good things must come to an end
and now it’s time to send
you on your way
into the world.
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Author:
MaxWritesPoems (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Someone told me broken crayons still color, so I wrote this.
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Comments4
they do but with a bit of imperfection.
good poem! peace ww
Broken crayons are just fine and help us color "outside the lines." And, all good things do come to an end, so we must live in the moment. Enjoyed your poem.
Wonderfully written and expressed
Really good
Poem max..
Well done...
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