I want to get back to my former self.

Yes, I have grown
But I want to get back
To my former self, the one
That was pure and wild
And romantic, oh . . .

And how can I do that?
And how can I stop
The withered leaf
From falling, now falling fast?
And who could alter the erratic
Lines from the graph?
Ah, nature does her part.

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  • Justfer on Feb 2, 2009

    A great poem, well-crafted!

  • Mel B. on Feb 2, 2009

    A brilliant piece. I seldom come across a good poem like this, bravo!

  • Yovita Siswati on Feb 2, 2009

    Nice Poem, it does bring back the sentiment of the old times.

  • Sammy K. on Feb 3, 2009

    Original, unique, unlike other poems that bore me to death because of endless talk about love, love, frustrated love,bla,bla, bla….

  • Ruby Hawk on Feb 3, 2009

    Marvelous to read a poem that is well crafted. Well done.

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