For the next few days, I am going to post some poems.... poems that I wrote.. so here they are.
Just because I'm young...
By: Rob Talbot
Just because I’m young,
Doesn’t mean I’m naive,
Doesn’t mean I’m not wise,
And it doesn’t mean I don’t know what goes on in the world.
Just because I’m young, doesn’t mean I drive crazy,
Doesn’t mean I party every Friday night,
And doesn’t mean I’m loud.
Just because I’m young,
Doesn’t mean I don’t care,
Doesn’t mean I’m clueless,
And doen’t mean I’m stupid.
Just because I’m young,
Were you young once?
Do you like to have fun?
Is age just a number?
Just because I’m young.
Wow, Rob I am pretty impressed. I love writing. i also love reading! Guess What ROB? I am going to tell you my favorite poem k, good well you better read the whole thing!
ReplyDeleteOk, I actually have two!
The Man In The Glass
Peter "Dale" Winbrow Sr
When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day,
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
...And see what that man has to say.
For it isn't your father or mother or wife
Whose judgment upon you must pass.
The fellow whose verdict counts most in you life
Is the one staring back from the glass.
You may be like Jack Horner and chisel a plum
And think you're a wonderful guy.
But the man in the glass says you're only a bum
If you can't look him straight in the eye.
He's the fellow to please-never mind all the rest,
For he's with you clear to the end.
And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the man in the glass is your friend.
You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass.
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you've cheated the man in the glass.
Today I met a great new friend
ReplyDeleteWho knew me right away
it was funny how he understood
All I had to say
...He listened to my problems
He listened to my dreams
We talked about love and life
He'd been there, too, it seems
I never once felt judged by him
He knew just how I felt
He seemed to just accept me
And all the problems I'd been dealt
He didn't inderrupt me
Or need to have his say
He just listened very patiently
And didn't go away
I wanted him to understand
How much this meant to me
But as I went to hug him
Something startled me
I put my arms in front of me
And went to pull him nearer
And realized that my best friend
Was nothing but a mirror
Retold by Kimberly Kirberger