Farrah
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« Thread Started on Jan 13, 2007, 11:19am » | |
Well, me, I'm strange as most who think they know me think they know, so last night when I got home at 1 from babysitting, I sat down and wrote a poem. Woopty. Anyways, here it is...keep in mind that I don't write poems...I just happened to think of this one...The second stanza's third line is a little smooshed...I'll have to fix it eventually...anyways, thanks for reading. Tip your waitresses.
Life is a sea of tumb'ling thoughts;
Its course is never clear.
Storm's approaching, O Captain, My Captain
The ships are sinking, m'dear.
Hold everything together now:
The glue is on the way!
All life's peices exactly in their place
But one has gone astray.
"To catch two birds with just one stone";
How then do we catch life?
Endless days spent with a butterfly net
Its capture would mean strife.
What is life but a few seconds passed
In watchful eyes of God?
A blink and you're born, another, you're gone
Only footprints where you trod.
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