• Final Score 20.07.2007

    Neighbor, relate to me…of golden years;
    Especially the ones with thrilling cheers.
    Take a happy moment, or perhaps, two.
    Reveal pleasant things expected of you.

    sample only
    Back to Final Score

    Buy/Read Full Poem Below:

    [pay]
    Neighbor, relate to me…of golden years;
    Especially the ones with thrilling cheers.
    Take a happy moment, or perhaps, two.
    Reveal pleasant things expected of you.

    Mix some feelings with a conjecture ascent,
    Whether years will arrive–straight or bent.
    Chronical concern predisposes me, you see;
    Perhaps, those golden years are not for me.

    There is a social disturbance–all around.
    Some rumors practically cover the town.
    Folks talk about a raucous of some kind;
    Claim! that years pass quickly with time.

    How does time appear when it arrives;
    Do years become golden–dead or alive?
    Suppose years of gold are hard to find;
    Alas, time surmounts…without a sign.

    The ebb-of-time is hardly prepared for me;
    Physical persuasion…isn’t very convincing.
    Even so, professionals are pleased to help;
    They can set the golden years–in a snap.

    If golden thoughts are previous to submit,
    Check a silver jerk, where a joint don’t fit.
    Level hips just may transport a lame brain;
    Snap! pop! Silver legs, with a golden pain.

    Neighbor, you express the density of gold;
    Oddly, time is a yearly persuasion–unsold.
    File with a lawyer; get free from this crap;
    Golden folks are resolved to take this rap.
    [/pay]

    Posted by Lee Mahana @ 9:52 PM

    Tags: , , ,

  • Leave a Reply

    This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.