The Day of Twenty-Three
So little brother
The day is yours, I see
From you to the two
And the two to the three
Swimming and marching
The flute and the act
From day to day
You life is jam packed
With very little sleep
And not time to breathe
It’s hard to keep going
But you do, I believe
Now here we are again
For the seventeenth round
Just less than a year
And you’re college-bound
What comes after that
Only God can tell
'Cause he holds the pen
To the life you spell
Making millions of dollars
Or changing the world
You’ll impact this earth
With a twist or a twirl
But until that day
Be vibrant and free
Embracing happy happenings
On your day of twenty-three
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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good job love.
lovely piece.. shame i can't feel that way about my brother at the moment.. i'm more like to kill him
on occasion he init to bad though... so then i might wish him well like this.
good work.
love you
Becca
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That was nice, and she is very correct that this new piece is good. Is it about a little brother? Or Am I just lost? What ever inspired you you did a great job at this, keep it up. I love checking your new stuff.
Peace
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This was pretty cute, Justin. It's nice to see a change in your poetry every now and then, 'cause let's face it - dark is nice, but hope is even better. ^ ^;
And... uhh'... yeah.
I'm not sure that you every told me you had a brother, lol. Or maybe this is for a brother here on AP, I dunno. It's still nice that you put so much thought into it, though. ♥
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Hahaha... yeah Toria, I have a blood related younger brother. His birthday was yesterday, so this was part of his birthday gift. Find some time here soon, and I'll fill you in on a lot that you didn't know before.
Anyway, thanks for the comment love. It's always nice to see that someone enjoys what I write.
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