POEM WHICH TOOK SEVEN DECADES

My pockets
are holey
some feel in deep
and
kindness show
it makes me glow

many smile
then let me go

now I say
come along
at times
we love
often blow
what next
who knows...

Last Few Words: I was then in grade seven impoverished now I have flourished Read on the transformation..

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

Region, Country: UNIVERSE...ETERNITY C/O ME, ROU

Favorite Poets: All across the Internet whom I read

Yay for upward mobility.

Tim

'Twas the other way around
riches to rags then after seven decades
did rebounce
Glad you came
to pronouce

We fall.
We rise.
We bend.
We break.
We burn but we survive.

John Dyer Baizley

How so true

who can say that better than you
we still live and continue

Don't we
you and me
all poets
we wee weee.......................

Jess would be so proud of your growth, I know I am.

You're starting to feel it aren't you? if not I am feeling it for you.

I am so proud of you.

This is poetry. and you are the poet.

love always Sis xox

jess where ever may be you
thank you I am also proud of you