[Darkchylde]

A poem by a friend. She doesn't think she has
much talent, but I encouraged her to stick with
it anyway as poetic talent gets better with time.
I also offered her the opportunity to look around
here, to see what she thought. As you can see by
the poem below, she writes the free flowing type.

oh to the days when we were young
without a care in the world or a time to move on.
it seemed that we had all the time we needed.
it seemed that things could rarely get better
oh to those days which are long gone
now we say goodbye to our times of fun and games
while saying good day to times of work and pay.
no more do we dream of princes and dragons
or of mighty rescuers
no more do we look at things with the eyes of a child
it is all gone, done, and over with
as we grow we forget our childish times of happiness
of chasing bugs and jumping into leaves
of heroes and magic
of what we wanted to be.

[SAMWolf]

of what we wanted to be

Very good poem by your friend, it say a lot and I like the last line.

[snippy_about_it]

Oh my, tell her it's wonderful. I really like it.

[Conspiracy Guy]

Introduce her to cap keys. Good work but we only grow old if we chose. I will be 50 in Jan and kids love me because I have never quit being a kid and never will. Life is a wonder and a miracle and don't miss the present thinking about the past. I tell people I'm 8 years old with 41 years of experience at it.

[Darksheare]

Hey, she doesn't write gothic drek like I do!
Woo hoo!

[Soaring Feather]

no more do we look at things with the eyes of a child
it is all gone, done, and over with
as we grow we forget our childish times of happiness



Love these lines!

[Conspiracy Guy]

BTW you never said what you thought of yer poem I rit fer ya. Headin home. Bye