I've lived long enough,
but not long enough
not to miss it when it will go.
Seems I am just now
getting the hang of things.
Not all of them, to be sure.
But certainly all of the beautiful things.
Those that began long before me
as dust and dirt from the stars.
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
Long Enough
Stunning. Your poetry is magic.
L
Very kind L! Glad you liked
Very kind L! Glad you liked this one.
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lol
Yes, youth is wasted on the young
Seems that way. Thanks, as
Seems that way. Thanks, as always Scrib!
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