I’m sitting here on a playground swing
Wishing I had even just one wing.
Looking up at the clock ticking
Waiting for class to end my pen clicking.
I couldn’t help it I had to look
Another glance was all I took.
Another day comes and again you’re leaving
Another time comes I again start grieving.
Starting a class about writing
I can’t wait, it’s so exciting.
Inspired so much by E.A. Poe
I know through him my writing will grow.
Sitting in the library Faber
I wait to go to work and labor.
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11.14.08
7 random couplets done for a Creative Writing class.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
7 inteeresting points well said