The Last Minutes

The Last Minutes

A Poem by The Unknown Rose

This was my first ever poem written at age 7. Please Enjoy.


Day is gone, Night is here.


Wild geese fly, I hear them from my ear.


The sun sets on the horizon sky.


Just think I won't be able to see these things if I die.


So I lay there stiff and no air.


Sigh. It just isn't fair.



The Unknown Rose at age  7

© 2012 The Unknown Rose

Author's Note

The Unknown Rose
It makes me sad that at seven i could think of this. Sad very sad what you you think please do tell.

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Awww! Such a sad poem!
I liked it! (I love the rhyming type of poems too!)
Keep it up!

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The Unknown Rose
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