Classic poem of the day
He is just a boy with his eyes aglow,
Just a boy, and you love him so,
And his merry laugh and his roguish way
And those restless feet which turn to play
Are youth's rich treasures swiftly spent.
You had them once ere your boyhood went,
You raced and romped in the self-same way,
But you cry, " Keep still! " for you're tired to-day.
Time was you jeered at an easy chair
And an hour of quiet was hard to bear;
Then life was filled ......
Member poem of the day
As a kid, I'd scribble lines with glee,
Writing poems, oh so carefree.
For a grade, I'd weave words together,
Thinking I was quite the poet, clever!
Teachers praised my rhyming style,
With gold stars, they'd make me smile.
But little did I know back then,
Writing for grades was just a yen.
Now, as an adult, I wield my pen,
In hopes my poems bring some yen.
No more gold stars, just bills to pay,
Oh, how life's r...
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