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Wishes of a Lover
As I look out at the majestic sea,
I know you and I were meant to be.
I only wish I could make you see,
how much your love means to me.
I wish I could walk up to you,
and speak the words that lovers do.
But now I sit here sad and blue,
wishing that I could be with you.
ANON
By the time they grow up,
Every boy and girl will have a secret,
Grownup must live on,
Bearing a secret that they cannot share,
Place their secret in a small bottle,
Deep inside their hearts,
Continue living as if nothing is wrong,
It is what it means to be grownup.
Doris.
Shall I Compare Thee To a Summer's Day
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and temperate
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
And summer's lease hath all too short of a date
Sometimes too hot the eyes of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou growest
So long as men can breath or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
William Shakespeare
After the last day of school I suddenly came up a poem to describe my feelings,
when I was standing in the crowd for returning text books. Hope you'll enjoy it.
Marian
Graduation --
It's time for celebration,
It's time for separation,
It's time for continuation.
Hallway
Jammed with crowds on the way
With piles of books of decades.
"Excuse me, by the way,
You got fees you have to pay."
Folks stuck along the corridor,
Don't try to get in, or you may fall
Down the stairs, to the hall.
"Open the book to Page 37."
Everybody listened---
Teachers was glad -- their eyes glistened,
If they used the yearbooks for lessons.
All pens had a farewell party
With pop corns, treats and candies.
Red pen said, "Good Luck in the future!"
Green pen said, "Enjoy yourself with leisure!"
Purple pen said, "Have a great summer!"
Orange pen said, "Forget about schools and grammars!"
Everybody smiled
In the yearbook piles --
When separation was near, less than a mile.
"Give me your number to dial",
But after a while,
Is my info still in your file?
Blue pen was blue,
He was such a foul!
He worried he had no ink,
And nobody would think
Of him, so he would have no links.
How dumb you are?
The end of the World is still far
Away-- but frankly,
Friendship would fade --
Silently, continuously,
At some point in your fate.
Unfortunately,
Sweet memories could not saved
Persistently, Clearly.
One day they would wither,
Even though with a fantastic weather --
In everyday of the calendar.
Bell rang --
Yearbook closed --
Get ready for a race…
"1, 2, 3, go!"
" Die hard! Die hard!"
Run towards the goal.
No pain,
No ink,
Who cares no links?
Phony faces,
Smile faded,
That's fate,
Nothing to say.
Graduation --
It's time for continuation,
It's time for separation,
It's time for celebration.
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