complete this poem

DownTheSky

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Age is the wage

we earn while we learn...

As years go by we get richer

Richer in memories

Richer in friends

Richer in people with whom lives we blend

Our savings get bigger and bigger

Yet our vaults can store only so much

We tend to forget.

Some banks get old, some get robbed

Some lose interest, few get closed

We try to save as much as we can until the end


This is horseshit. Is this for a school homework or something? Because I can't think of any other crap who would make you post this.
 

SlitheryDee

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And one day we know we are rich with the years

because the laughter of children will fall on our ears

We'll raise our old head that has seen too many dawns

and profess to the heavens "Get off my Lawn!"
 
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disappoint

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This is horseshit. Is this for a school homework or something? Because I can't think of any other crap who would make you post this.

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Miramonti

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age is the wage
we earn while we learn
short is the life
long is the strife
books we write
the money we burn

So says we all.
 

Via

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Alright, time to finish this fucking thing. I'm going to use everything in this thread.



Age is the wage

We earn while we learn


a vast and vague memory of

friends, to the end

and lost days


a haze of beautiful silence.



and heavy winds,

that would break my back, if only they could.

and daggers, dull and sharp

that would end me,

if they only would.





That's as far as I could get.
 
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Shmee

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My favorite poetry is Vogon poetry cuz its funny.
 

Puppies04

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Alright, time to finish this fucking thing. I'm going to use everything in this thread.



Age is the wage

We earn while we learn


a vast and vague memory of

friends, to the end

and lost days


a haze of beautiful silence.



and heavy winds,

that would break my back, if only they could.

and daggers, dull and sharp

that would end me,

if they only would.





That's as far as I could get.

Liar! You didn't use any of my amazing pome prose.