Deep inside of a old mans soul,
Sits a child, giggling softly,
With its knees clutched to its chest,
And its hair a beautiful dismay.
The rich blue eyes,
Have turned to gray,
And have lost the childish looked,
That was once so brilliant.
Wrinkles replaced,
Baby soft skin,
And shiny white teeth,
Turned yellow from the cigarette smoke,
And time.
Nothing stays the same,
Time keeps moving,
But keep aging,
Even if we're still a child at heart.
meh i just really wanted to finish a poem for once.
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very true. You have gotten your point arcoss on this one
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isn't true for us all no matter how old we get we still want to be that kid in us very good
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yep yep beautiful and so true, time keeps going on, we age, things happen but sometimes, sometimes, our heart never ages, when we grow old we can only look back, preserving our childish hearts but keeping a keen insight of the world. its a shame how so much life in a person can rot away... this is simple, compact, well done
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Beautiful.
I mean that.
Beautiful. This is why you are well worthy of those points. -
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Thanx, Todd
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And i really appreciate the points!
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