Frost Poem
The day was young
as was I, so sweet, so
soft like a babies cloth,
I remember I was five when
someone dear to me died
she was a bitter old lady who
only had one thumb, her funeral
was just around the corner of
her death, I wept and wallowed
in sadness "the funeral is today"
my mom cried, my friends did
not know the women who died
so they just sighed, the same
day as the funeral, i had a tough
choice to make, Either have a good
time with my friends or see a dead corps
that was the day that i chose my friends
because I wanted to believe that my other
duty was pretend, I think i made the right
choice that day because i knew she wouldn't
have wanted me to see her that way.
as was I, so sweet, so
soft like a babies cloth,
I remember I was five when
someone dear to me died
she was a bitter old lady who
only had one thumb, her funeral
was just around the corner of
her death, I wept and wallowed
in sadness "the funeral is today"
my mom cried, my friends did
not know the women who died
so they just sighed, the same
day as the funeral, i had a tough
choice to make, Either have a good
time with my friends or see a dead corps
that was the day that i chose my friends
because I wanted to believe that my other
duty was pretend, I think i made the right
choice that day because i knew she wouldn't
have wanted me to see her that way.
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