Charles Hice

Rookie (May 13 2004 / Heaven)

100 years old Poem by Charles Hice


100 years old
already over 50 spanning two Centurys the most eye might consider to rach the middle of my life
life begins when we find love
so eye will always be about 50 years old
on the day of May 24
whan eye happily remember ewe birthday
you have no guilt for in me you cause no pain
i can only remember the love
over and over again
love is hidden in the secret heart
even when asleep it is found
in the whole of the heart is it there the same way
is it there in the manor inside the house
your daughter is safe from me
eye have gotten too old for her care
but she can have my angels
to guide her as she leaps in life
and to you eye will never say goodbye
even when we rach 100 years old

Submitted: Friday, January 04, 2013

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Alex so what is a love poem for 100? ? ? ahha a pookie poem

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