L.. Pierson


Hurricane - Poem by L.. Pierson

My life is like a hurricane
Whirling through the sky
The only peaceful time I've had
Was passing through the eye

Swirling, twirling, round and round
Forever through the day
I never know which way to go
Or how to find my way

We quickly rush around each day
To get our business done
I don’t know why it works this way
Am I the only one

We follow all the rules in life
To be the perfect one
So at the end of life’s last breath
We get a 'job well done'

Its sad sometimes I think this life
Is rushing quickly by
There is no time to stop
And play before its time to die

The children leave us one by one
And go their separate ways
Times flown by as they’ve grown up
I’m left standing in a daze

I can only now look back
At what I might have done
To slow things down and take the time
To say, I love you son

So take the time, slow down each day
No matter what it takes
Cause time flies by, next thing you know
Tomorrow is too late

Don’t look back like me, and have to say
I wish I would have done
Anything to spend more time
With my daughters and my sons

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Comments about Hurricane by L.. Pierson

  • Rookie William Jackson (6/10/2007 6:10:00 PM)

    Excellent poem. Nice simile. Well said. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 10, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 9, 2011


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