Carried to the waterfall
A place of rested gone
Where all the Grandmas, Grandpas go
A place for each and all
Drops of soothing water drip
From rocks so high and twisted
Bodies old, but hearts so young
Ladies swim, men whistle
Splashes catch against the arms
Veins bulging, peeking out
Their legs so tired, worn so quick
That's not what it's about
For at this special waterfall
Where all the elders go
We find it's not for aged at all
But instead where faded youth grows
And then we notice how the world dangles
Seeming to end in fog
Reach up and understand, it's not Earth
There's room in Heaven for all
So grab a hand and twirl around
The water's beat sounds on
Minds transformed and smiles so wide
To bad it's not for young...
I totally love writing poems!! I'm 13 by the way. Tell me what you all think!! Honesty - I can accept criticism. Besides, what can we learn from, "It was good." ?
2007-07-09
17:21:47
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