Death Before Birth - Poem by Andrew T
Her clothes are dark, her face hung
Her movement doesn't fool anyone
Experiences are too many to forget
A life she is too young to regret
Looks dart to her, return straight ahead
Shame on this girl, 'Life shouldn't be wasted'
If only they knew what life she had led
It is already gone, before it could be tasted
A future is a laugh, consider the past
No job, no school, no possesions at all
In life's great race she comes in last
Nobody cries when she finally does fall.
Comments about Death Before Birth by Andrew T
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye