Saturday, November 6, 2010

once around.

once around.

The birds never change
They sound the same
I am ten
I am twelve
Fourteen – again
And I’ve wasted the same
Amount of time now
As back then
Thinking on what doesn’t
Moving to where I don’t
Need to be
Everything changes in time

But the birds
- They sound
The same. 

photograph & poem copyrighted by me


Lauren said...

You have such a lovely blog. I love your writing!

Kellie Collis said...

Great poem! Enjoy a glorious day, Kellie xx

somewhat nameless said...

Oh this poem is too sweet. ♥

Megan Marie said...