posted March 15, 2014 03:00 AM
I absolutely love to write. I get such satisfaction from it, it's hard to really explain. I know it might not be very good, but to me it's a masterpiece. I can actually channel out my emotions this way.
My Life
On June seventh of the year.
Back in nineteen seventy seven.
A little baby was sent here.
From the gates of gods heaven.
Twas a bouncing baby boy.
Whom came to life that day.
His two parents full of joy.
Their love would never sway.
Down in a small Ohio town.
Was raised this little guy.
How his growth leaped and bound.
While the days passed quickly by.
At age five he started school.
He'd use his brain to think.
Plus used was a small stool.
So the fountain he could drink.
Now at the age of ten.
His mother fell very ill.
At the hospital that she'd been
He cried with all his will.
Time did just rapidly flow.
Each day, every night, all year.
This boy continued to grow.
Till the age sixteen was here.
He met this pretty little girl.
To hurt her he would never.
OH, how his head did swirl.
The fool thought it'd last forever.
Age eighteen they tied the knot.
Found was a house in range.
Yet happiness would stay not.
This girl would swiftly change.
The years did continuously drift.
As time moved so very free.
His age just continued to lift.
Now he's a father of three.
At the age of twenty five.
On the eve of Christmas morning.
His heart took a plunging dive.
Years shall be spent in mourning.
The phone did ding it's ring.
While he persistently wrapped presents.
Though bad news it did bring.
Lost was a precious presence.
He ran straight out the door.
Stared straight across the yard.
His knees fell to the floor.
His heart pounding hard.
He looked up to the sky.
Around him the snow did fly.
He screamed to the heavens why.
Then softly began to cry.
With his thoughts on the roam.
He prayed there in the snow.
For her a safe journey home.
Then the winter wind did blow.
Just three years down the road.
He met up with his bane.
His happiness completely slowed.
He felt he would go insane.
That girl played an evil game.
Running with all those others.
His heart felt to much shame.
He left to find another.
Now at thirty here he sits.
Writing down this simple rhyme.
Of my life in little bits.
While passes does the time.
I know not what to expect.
Of whats left in my life.
Though I know I will accept.
Each and every single strife.
See i have this special might.
Three charms god gave to me.
When they're in my sight.
I know just who to be.
These my friends are "My Life"
Abigail Eve Schafer
Emily Savannah Schafer
Alex mathew Schafer
Lindaland
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posted March 15, 2014 02:46 AM
