Young Man's Eyes
he still had ideals, felt so wise
believed in dreams and many lies
so pure, it touched my soul
but one day he'll grow old
and sees a young man like him
touch the skies
young man's eyes, as liquid gold
saw the stories he was told
in summer heat and winter's cold
without a tremble in his face
showed his humble grace
and watched the secrets and beauty
of life unfold
as years went by and time grew dim
change without and change within
changing isn't always a sin
but sometimes it's just sad
to loose the ideals we once had
to common sense or maybe just
a mindless spin
I see his eyes, just one more time
and realise they now looked like mine
we've both crossed that thin red line
of sanity and faith
with one foot in the grave
but does it really matter
if we feel fine?
Reacties op dit gedicht
| *{DoRiÑa}*: | Vrijdag, juni 13, 2003 18:51 |
| chique dinges ! echt waar :-) mooooooi... Kuz, Doke xXx |
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| small sea: | Vrijdag, juni 13, 2003 17:47 |
| hele mooi geschreven echt mooi heerlijk om te lezen, en goed om over na te denken lifs joyce |
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| lani: | Vrijdag, juni 13, 2003 07:13 |
| één en al schoonheid!!! zou het zo kunnen zingen... x-x-x |
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| Auteur: StormRider | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 13 juni 2003 | ||
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