If you could see the things I've seen
You may look at me differently
I look old and and broken down to you
But I haven't always been this way
I was made with love and care
With optimism for things to come
Once I saw those things
I've seen two lovers kiss
I've seen two lovers quarrel
I've seen an old man cry
I've seen a young woman laugh
I've watched children grow
I've watched elders fade
I've watched the sun rise countless times
And watched it set just as many
I've seen so many happy things
And just as many sad
I've lived my life and I've been happy
Just because my paint is chipped
And I'm rough around the edges
Doesn't change the fact that I've seen better times
And maybe I'll see more soon
Author notes
It's about a fence. A broken down white picket fence. I don't know what else to say. I don't think it's all that great, but it's been a long time since I put something on here even though I've written things, so I figured I'd add this while I had a chance.
Written June 2nd, 2005
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YAY!
i like this poem a lot conni. we haven't talked in awhile it feels weird i mean your just right up the road. anyway, maybe we could hang out some time. well got to go.
Autumn -
This is really good Conni, I know I know, you may be thinking I'm just saying because I have to...no, not the case. This wasn't really descriptive more than just thought worthy. I mean, take any inanimate thing. A couch that's been overused by a family that has had countless tears and a million laughs, I mean, that too would make a nice poem. But to use a picket fence, something overused as perfection in so many stories, and show it's aging, yet still showing a very optimistic view, that makes a GOOD poem.
Good job,
Leah -
i heart it! great job conni its pretty and It is descriptive.
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