Change

Change

 

I wish I was a leaf

Gliding through the air

I wish I was a thief

Which would have the chance to share

 

The melody changing on a fiddle

Under moon lit sky above

Thinking of life as such a riddle

Having feelings, hate or love

 

Not to know which to have

Not to know which to pick

Either way its cry or laugh

It will make you happy or sick

 

The changed melody on the fiddle

Will neither ever change for us

Because if you keep changing a little

You keep ending at dust

 

Dust that gathered in the times

When you were changing melodies and rhymes

You always end in one straight line

Never actually changing your life

Reviews

[Aurora Lynn]

Very good poem! I like how you managed to rhyme each line, yet it didn't sound forced at all. Great job!

~Aurora Lynn

[∂αʌ<..]

escapism to another world i a much enivied concept by many of us because we often refuse constant stagnation..we always seek to new adventure and new avenues...a very deep poem!

[Desmund Tiny]

Very interesting, nice poem.

[amdc101]

This has nice flow and rhythm. Interesting write. :)

[JustJasmine]

Wow! I'm impressed. And English isn't your native language? This is definitely going in my library. I'm wish I could rhyme like this. I can't. At all. Very nice work!

[alexis]

this is beautiful black.
good job

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i liked this thought it was beautiful

[TheElfPrincess]

A very good poem. Good flow and description.

[prodicallife]

A beautiful way of writting, loved it

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PRODICAL

[Vinod Kumar U K]

Realises the real truth at the end nice poem