The ocean wind calls my name
As I walked along the shore.
Yet the place seemed familiar,
Perhaps I was here before.
Armed with an old walking stick,
Such a senior in this age.
My show will have to end soon
And I'll be leaving this stage.
Life is just like a sunset,
We pass by as we get old.
But our hearts should never change
When the blue sky turns to gold.
With the time that I'm holding,
I wrote my name on the sand.
Slowly, I am fading
As everything was planned.
YOU ARE READING
Notapoem
PoetryA book that contains my old and recent poems that shares different thoughts and emotions. The book was planned to contain one hundred pieces of written poetry to be considered as a successful work.
