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What a Day
By Gray Vision
Today's the day,
I turn thirteen
Today's
the day,
I become a teen
All the fun and games,
Are coming to an end
I wish,
I were
twelve again.
I peered through my window
At
the darkening sky,
I peered at that bright never ending
Light of time,
The sun's going down,
The
moon's setting in
I know ill never be the same again.
The clock strikes twelve
I'm now thirteen,
Its twelve now
And I'm officially a teen
I
wish, I really wish,
I were twelve again
But the
day
Has come to an end,
Knowing,
I’ll
never see twelve again.
What a day, what a
day
As the sun goes down,
What a day, what a day
I can't help but frown,
The crickets are screeching
The
frogs are croaking,
What a day, what a day,
I
can’t help But frown.
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Copyright 2010 Gray Vision
Published on Tuesday, April 13, 2010.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
Here is the first poem I ever wrote, upon given three criteria to write on Death, Love or Aging, enjoy!Comments on "What a Day"
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A former member wrote:
wow...this is so nostalgic...wonderful wonderful first write!! more comments should be on here =O...i love how u used twelve o clock in such a clever way to convey your message...wonderful write! childhood is something that needs more appreciation....write on :)
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On Monday, January 17, 2011, Gray Vision
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wrote:
Yes, Ice that's exactly what I was trying to show with this peice, I'm glad you liked it though and I'll make sure to keep writing, thank you =)
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