The young is old

The young is old

A Poem by Kaelee Wyant
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It kind of shows things growing older if you look at it in a weird way

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The night is young
The hands are old
Winters warm
And summers cold
Babies talk
The old man cries
SInking sorrows
And he dies
Filled with joy
Filled with fear
Minutes hours
Year by year
Going on
But soon will stop
Lift you high
But then you drop

© 2013 Kaelee Wyant


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Kaelee Wyant
Which stage are you?

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Added on January 30, 2013
Last Updated on January 30, 2013
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Kaelee Wyant
Kaelee Wyant

Punxsutawney, PA



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I don't show myself to people. If you want to really know me read my poems/lyrics/whatever else I upload. If you look at my pictures the smiles fake but what else is new. I love poptarts and apple jui.. more..

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