I wrote a poem I like poetry

Apr 12, 2005 20:57

Life Way Up High

The hopeful, the beautiful,
Every cloud has a purpose,
Blue and white sky,
They signify,
Life.

It starts to get dark,
The hopeful turns,
The beautiful changes,
Everything seems to decay.

The sun comes back up,
Again,
Purity, the will to succeed,
It all starts over.

Process continues,
Days upon days,
The sky never moves,
It will always be up there,
It will always stay.

By Dan Wolff

Today was fun evan picked me up after a short nap after school we went to chipotle, where else, then we went to sam goodmans which seemed awkward for some reason, then we went to jean's house, then we got kicked out jean's mom loves us and i love jeans family, then we went to robin's house i hate her dog but i like the cd thanx robin!
Previous post Next post
Up