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By Adam_S
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10 June 2008 |
A poem I wrote to celebrate my twentieth birthday, its short and sweet and to the point.
For twenty years I’ve laughed and cried.
Leaving twenty to wonder and be surprised.
Twenty to grow grey and old.
And when the next twenty have come to pass
I’ll be gone and part of the past.
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Written by Veronica_Milvus (626 comments posted) 10th June 2008 | I intend to pack a little more in to this double-decade than growing grey and old, thanks!
Happy birthday, anyway. | Happy Birthday!
Written by Katanga (1217 comments posted) 10th June 2008 | Hey!
I think this poem was a bit of a 'throw away'?
No offence! Now try something as cold and as passionate as the dawn . . . (Yeats, by the way)
All the best,
Merry Bidet!
John X | Not so, dear sir
Written by Josie (2785 comments posted) 12th June 2008 | Hello Adam. Have you grandparents in their sixties? How does "old" compare to "young"? I'm in my sixtie, and nearer to 70 than 60 next week, and I cannot imagine being described as "old". My poems are just about to be published and I'm enjoying every day. So this is what I have to say:
Sixty years and old and grey?
Well this is what I have to say:
I’m not grey and I’m not old
I’m lots of fun – well so I’m told.
Nevertheless, I do hope that you had a wonderful birthday and when you are sixty, please look at your poem again and re-write it. A hundred may be old today, but certainly not sixty. We feel we're in the prime of life.
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Written by Adam_S (11 comments posted) 12th June 2008 | I don't see why everyone is picking this poem apart. I mean no offence to the older writers and members of the world but I needed a line that I felt fit the poem and did not interrupt the overall flow of the poem.
I did not man for this poem to stand next to my other but only to show my range from deep and meaningful poems to what you see is what you get.
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