I know we have a time machine
Which makes us smile when feeling down.
We taste the time and silly grin
Enchanted by the silver gown.
The gown of whispers far away
We'll never touch them, never near.
No matter how we vastly pray
The answer is a salty tear.
The unbelievable frontier
'Tween joy and sorrow thinly drawn.
Must try to balance, not to fear
And only look towards the dawn.
I may seem funny when I laugh
At all those jokes away in time.
I only know when times get rough
The bygone ones will hold my rhyme.
August 4, 2013
A Prayer To The Past
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It seems as if you have written this poem as an excellent epigraph to my http://stihi.ru/2012/12/14/6419
Николай Старорусский 05.08.2013 11:41 • Заявить о нарушении
It seems as if you have written this poem as an excellent epigraph to my http://stihi.ru/2012/12/14/6419
Николай Старорусский 05.08.2013 11:41 • Заявить о нарушении
Thank you for sharing this very thing! You know, I'm only 17 now and can't kind of take a good look back. So when I learn about someone whose life is long and full of memories and wonderful moments I become totally inspired. By the way, Pr Hawking is one of those people. But this very poem was actually written about Simon & Garfunkel, there are even a few words from their songs.
And huh, I'm going to be an astrophysicist.
Олеся Алтунина 05.08.2013 14:10 Заявить о нарушении
And huh, I'm going to be an astrophysicist.
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