a poem (my fave wink ) YAY SHORT! 4laugh
Change Feelings wither, their fruit fall off and die Their once happy rich vine will eventually turn to brown A child will become old And old will become a coffin Change is so cruel but gentle, running water over stone
But what people overlook the most, maybe even you Sadness will also fade, pain will dissolve Melancholy, once lost, will find it’s brother loneliness will at last clasp a friend so my friends, my family remember this short tale of wise
Live on life and soak in fruit juice feelings Nurture and plant happiness’s vine Sprint past the fog of confusion and endure a knifes pain Dark will turn to light with the riseing sun because the ignorant, the dead cannot drink the sun
blindfoldedBandit · Fri Aug 21, 2009 @ 02:58pm · 0 Comments |