What is?, by MissBeckyBoob
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What is life?
What is this pain?
It gets worst every year
And more bitter everyday
Whats is love?
Is it real?
At the start your heart beats fast
At the end it hardly beats at all
What is age
Dose it really make you more wise?
Cos it seems it only makes you more hard
and less forgiveing with time
What happens to youth?
Dose it really wash away?
Or is there always that child inside who wants to play...
who wants to beieve life only gets better as time pass by.
What is death?
Is it really then end?
Maybe its the start of something new
A sceret never to be told.
maybe thats why you never speck again...
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Posted: 2008-12-14 02:05:16 UTC |
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2009-01-14 17:44:10 | Tyler Cedric Golden |
i like the way you wrote this poem and the point shown in it as well. besides the few spelling errors it is a good poem...nice job.. |