When You Are Old

When you are old

Your skin will become like paper,

And your bones will be like the wooden ribs

Of a lantern

So that the world will see the light in your chest.


But I don't need to wait

Because I already know that the light is there.

wph

VT

16 years old

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    I End My Day By Swimming.

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    I, a giant, wander insignificant

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    When at last I reach the sea,

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    Tonight, stars are falling,

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    From angry east to angry west,

     

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    Roll silently towards lively, warm houses,