But here's another recent one. The binding is torn The pages are loose The date is worn And hard to read The pictures have shifted But the smiles are still bright Flipping through the past One memory at a time Wondering where these people went This melancholy feeling fills me And I realize we are still the same But the weeks are much longer And at the end of the day we are now just to tired to pretend
Scrap books I presume? I know how you feel about poetry responce. my stuff dosent even get viewed sometimes. very good bravo! -Rydns
maybe you don't get responses because everyone else is too busy obsessively checking to see if their own poem got a response. I would respond to your poem, but I hate poems!