Wednesday, August 3, 2011

THE WIND BLEW

The wind blew,
the hail flew,
shingles flew by the window.

My, my, my.
I'll wait till tomorrow
before I cry.



when i was young
all i could do was think
about being older

now, older, much older
all i can do is think
about being younger

much younger
all those possibilities 
thrown away
when younger

to do it all again
all over
younger 
all those possibilities
wasted
young fools 




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