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There it goes again,
that wind behind my back,
the power in the tracks,
Whoosh! There it goes again.
(Represents Stages of Childhood.)
Faster than a bullet,
withering wear and tear,
whoa, it moves fast!
But will it last?
(Represents Stages of Adulthood.)
The little point in the distance,
now it's fading away,
moved really fast,
now my being is astray.
(Represents Old Age.)
Rotting, thrown in jail
dug under, they used a pail
to they can fill,
the gaps between,
I am over.
(Represents the grave you will lie in eventually.)
Symbolic Poem by Hernan cortez.
 Hernan Cortez · Thu Dec 04, 2008 @ 08:06pm · 1 Comments |
