this is something i wrote in school...so read likewise
I sat down to write some verse
About my life on a swinging curve.
But not a subject could I find,
To symbolize my life and my kind.
I tried to write about the darks
For the trouble and misery it marks.
I tried to write about the haunted
Like the evil in my life leaves me taunted.
I tried to write about the hope that shone
On my now shattered wall of stone.
I tried to write about the little hamlet
Where peace prevails, there’s no sign of sadness.
I tried to write about the small green hill,
Where the rainbow peeps;
Behind the wooden mill.
But then all my thoughts went drying
And left me alone with nothing but trying.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
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