The old dreamer

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
a poem i wrote in school while it was snowing really hard...

Submitted: November 02, 2011

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Submitted: November 02, 2011



An old Dreamer


“This will be the day I pay, the day I pay for all my actions, for all my turns with no regret and without their interactions. And yet another day has passed as unexpected and unknown and now I wait till the judgment day for all ill pay, and all has gone. This is no story that I wrote, this is my final word, I say with warning in my voice and the last breath of my life I spend on you my dear wife”. And then he passed the old man, who was not known to world, creating an atmosphere without a word,  the angels sang and the sun doeth shine, the day he passed was remembered a while. Now dear kids with no regret he passed away and anybody, all that knew him understood and mourned him. He now walks a walk of angels giving dreams to all who do, find love and interaction in an atmosphere of moods. Why? Well no one knows why he died last night. Some say it was cancer but others it’s a lie; he’s still alive they say with angels and a prayer and now he walks the halls of St. Luis Church at San Antonio bay.

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