I wrote this poem when I was in my 30's

A poet’s thoughts are to be pondered,

Although in life ignored, in death he’s honored.

And for what?

For simply expressing himself.

But why must pain be the cause of his fury?

With pen in hand, he is both judge and jury.

And he say’s

“I’ve always felt old, even as a child,

Sowing sins that were not my own,

I’ve always felt old.

And life?.....

life is cold”.



Submitted: November 19, 2009

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Amanda Laskin

i like the ending a lot. you rhyme without being "sing-songy" which is very hard to do. i appreciate that a lot. i really liked the part about feeling old, even as a child. very powerful!

Thu, November 19th, 2009 3:25am

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Thanks Amanda

Sun, November 22nd, 2009 2:56pm

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