Seventeen degrees bring a chill into the air.
Seventeen years brought little but despair.
Seventeen hours until I speak with you again.
Seventeen millenniums couldn't break the spell I'm in.
Seventeen times I speak your name aloud.
Seventeen years of which my family is so proud.
Seventeen hours may well bring about my doom.
Seventeen long years, all spent here without you.
Seventeen minutes left and I'll be out of class.
Seventeen years and this may well be my last...
Well, let's hope the last doesn't come true! Well thought out and structured. Interesting angles and concerns. jim
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This was one of the saddest poems I've read. Beautifully done.