Year 1
Year of being fond
Where happiness is found
But only for a little while
For then it'll be filled with considerable bile
Year 2
Opening of opportunity
Beware, for it is void and nugatory
Before you know it, you're at the undermost
Anymore, you're not the host
Year 3
Where you expect,
going back to square one
But scarcely there
Year one you, is none
Year 4
For this day shall come,
Looking down where you came from
Feeling the moment of tide
Then announcing year six & five
YOU ARE READING
Poem Box
PoetryFeelings are poured, Imaginations are toured. Conversations that are meant, But the forbidden rule can't bent.
