monkeyandhead
I didn't train to be a Pilot.
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Just a little poem I wrote on the train, it's supposed to be one of those poems that you just sit back and enjoy (if you enjoy it), it really has no hidden deep meaning, the meaning is pretty clear. Comments appreciated : ).
The old man sat there
By the pond
Near a tree,
Autumn leaves had bloomed
And the ducks roamed free
He took his hand
To a bag
As he stared to the sky,
Flew away the ducks
he would of fed
Days went by
As clouds drifted through the sky,
The leaves would move with the wind
As smoothly as life could render them
And as he looked
Ducks swam through blue
And into brown
Where the fish were found
And as he peer
to the duck and salmon
They would crash in water
As if it were habit
The old man sat there
By the pond
Near a tree
Autumn leaves had bloomed
And life loved free.
The old man sat there
By the pond
Near a tree,
Autumn leaves had bloomed
And the ducks roamed free
He took his hand
To a bag
As he stared to the sky,
Flew away the ducks
he would of fed
Days went by
As clouds drifted through the sky,
The leaves would move with the wind
As smoothly as life could render them
And as he looked
Ducks swam through blue
And into brown
Where the fish were found
And as he peer
to the duck and salmon
They would crash in water
As if it were habit
The old man sat there
By the pond
Near a tree
Autumn leaves had bloomed
And life loved free.