Our end is bittersweet,
some look down in defeat,
while others raise their fists in victory.
Some of us may cry when we wave goodbye,
some may smile with a twinkle in their eye.
After all the stressful years,
the loud classrooms full of cheer,
it has come the day;
to realize that nothing gold can stay.
I am great and tall,
bushy and fast,
orange with swirls of yellow and white.
I am a fox.
I run in the forest with my furry friends.
my tail bouncing,
you choose the coldest seat in the class
next to the tall pretty girl
with a gleaming smile and long, straight flowing hair.
taking one good look at her you already know her story.
new school means new friends
i think as a stare across the table at the same friends.
but something seems different.
we're missing someone,
or many someones.
or maybe even a part of ourselves.
Comments
I love this poem so much!! I like all the rhymes and the ending. Brilliant :0
thank you!! :)
This reminds me of the poem Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost!!
I didn’t see this until now but the poem turned out great!
thank you!! once again thanks for the main inspiration :)
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