The tables have turned,
The shutters are open,
For now I have learned,
You are no longer copin.’
You’ve crumbled with time,
And withered with age,
You’ve crossed the line,
And you’re filled with rage.
You’ve forgotten to feel,
And shunned the way,
You’ve lost what’s real,
And have nothing to say.
You’ve changed so much,
And travelled so far,
But you’re losing touch,
You’re a fading star.
© Michael Moorcroft September 3rd 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem. I am new on here, so tomorrow I will submit some poems that I wrote. I hope you read them. I haven't really gotten any honest feedback, and I want you to critique them honestly if you do. C8 But I really like this poem. It makes me think of many people I know, and I never knew how to describe them, this seems to really explain their nature...