Learn From The Older Ones.

I used to dream like you, said the tired old man

To race along the waters edge, was so much fun

Where are my castles now, in this land of sand

I fear the sea has taken them, for there are none

I wait for darkness to dance with the summer sky

Joys of my youth have been replaced with leisure

I know the seagulls are secretly planning my demise

They watch me, they wish to disturb my only pleasure

My life is not over yet, there’s still time for me to play

I shall fight the coming days of my endless sleep

To question the winds of change, I will do this day

The still burning fire from within is what I seek to keep

I wish to share what I know but, no one wants to ask

The youth take on the world when their thoughts are hollow

To question someone from long ago, seems such a task

Maybe they should, for we left them bread crumbs to follow

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  • mmperez on Oct 9, 2010

    Hi I really liked your poem it speaks of good truth. How long have you been writing poetry? I have been writing poetry since I was eleven. Well I give your Theres still time a thumbs up.

  • quiet voice on Oct 19, 2010

    …….What a well witten poem, with truth throughout. Take care.

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