Walk down,
Walk round,
Music in my ears,
My mother spoke,
My dear,
Please don't leave your home,
Not yet,
My words can play in your mind,
At your age,
The worlds doors are still closed,
Wait for a year or two,
My son,
Be good.
I stood in silence,
And walked home,
And hugged my father,
And told him my story.
A contest entry
- white noise by Randomly Beautiful.
300 points, ended March 15, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I appreciate your time and talent here. :f
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great
Wow what a nice thought. Beautiful! Lots of luck to you in the contest.
Brian
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