While growing young your dreams come anew
For as you grow young your heart grows young to
Ambition overflows in each new boy and girl
And eagerness awaits you to take on the world
A wish seems more possible then when you where old
And Stories of fiction seem truer when told
Games come alive while played with passed friends
But nothing seems impossible and that feeling wont end
I wish I could come with you as you grow young
But I must grow old first before that song can be sung
A nice piece of work Thomas, you certainly have a talent. Well done. Best wishes, Andrew
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I have read several of your poems, Thomas, and you demonstrate talent to work with. You need to hone in & sharpen the strengths you have displayed, so you may be able to maximize those skills & tap the full reach of your spectrum of potential. And you should do this through serious & relentless practice, along with reading & digesting the techniques employed by our Contemporary Poet's. Specifically, you need to work on your structure....it is too choppy at times...and you need to understand that Good Poetry does not mean that it must rhyme...In reading your work, i saw what loked like forced rhyming, from perhaps a loss for the right word? Watch your spelling. Hey, i wish i had started writing at your age...You have laid a fairly decent foundation for yourself...expound on it....open up more...utelize imagery & simile, and invent, freely....Finally, write for you...no one else.Keep an open mind for fair constructive criticism, and don't be discouraged by some who may be on this site for the sole reason of deriding others' work for their own spotlight. The mass majority of the true Writer's, Poet's on this site, may be stingingly harsh at times, but are equally fair & will lend advice, as well as acknowledging effort & success.Good Luck. FjR FjR