Now leave me to my looking glass,
where life's been good to me.
I don't see what came to pass,
I see what I want to see.
Leave me to my thoughts alone,
my place beside your heart;
alone, you sat high on your throne,
and so we live apart.
Author notes
Will you still need me, when I'm sixty-five?
A contest entry
- Between by Pamela A Lamppa.
1750 points, ended October 28, 2008, 23 entries
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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An interesting message in this poem and quite an interesting take on the prompt. I do like where you traveled with this write. Good rhyme and nice meter make this gem a delight to read. Well done. Thank you for your entry. Best of luck in the judging. ~Pamela
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First verse doesn't sound quite right.. Third line seems to be missing a word. Still good enough to grab the applause from me, though thos didn't WOW me nmearly as much as the last three I read.
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Friggin Rules
There was a fifty word "exactly" limit on this contest. I think I have fifty there, pared down from 60 something. You were right, I really should go back and edit these things from time to time. Thanks so much for the read and comment!
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