Ode to the Simply Whimsical and the Unnecessarily Dramatic

Ode to the Simply Whimsical and the Unnecessarily Dramatic

Ode to those that make life into gold 

that bring us some sparkle as we grow old 

Ode to the places, friends, and small things 

to which credit's unequal to the joy that they bring 

 

Uproariously laughing in a too-quiet room 

or dancing a tango with the red kitchen broom 

The rush of arriving in the nick of time 

to catch what is gone in the blink of an eye 

 

Ode to the fails, the crashes, the burns 

and ode to whomever they might be concerned 

Ode to friends, old and new, who you'll never let go 

Ode to kindness to all, even ones you don't know 

 

Ode to novels, and stories, and handwritten verses 

long, run-on titles and believing in curses 

Ode to the feelings of heartache and loss 

Ode to humanity, with all of its faults 

 

Cheers! to the drama, the flair, the hurrahs 

the fainting couches, glitter, and decorative bras 

To all the outrageous, exciting, and new 

and to far too much confidence in the things that you do 

 

The quest of life viewed with a pair of fresh eyes 

brings ambition to act and take to the skies 

Ode to the rhymes, the rhythm, the beat 

for wherever you go, that's all you will need.  

-Sunflower-

VT

14 years old

GertietheGremlin

VT

17 years old

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