Through the passing sands of time,
The winds of change blow through his mind
And though the things in life may change,
The seasons come and go the same.
While people go and people stay,
He walks his path both night and day.
On a course to nowhere near,
He’s trapped inside his lonely fear.
At the morning's break of day,
He walks though mist and drifts away.
The season’s change is coming soon,
We look upon this dying moon.
We’ll never know just where he goes,
But that’s his way and all he knows.
He travels on his path in time,
The winding road inside his mind.
Author notes
Written May 13th, 2004
A contest entry
- teacher, teacher, I declare ...... (Contest for new members in May) by AP Greeters.
300 points, ended June 2, 2004, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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wonderful
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I agree with Von and Barbara. This is a nicely done poem, and I enjoyed reading it, but if you want a shot at winning this contest, you need to read the contest rules and write a poem that fits the criteria. I enjoyed reading this.
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This is a wonderful poem, but I'm with gemini on how it fits with the contest.
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This is a wonderful poem and should be on your main author page for others to enjoy too. I can't see how this fits the criteria for the May contest but please consider entering a poem that can be considered.
Thanks
~Von~
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