Musicfreak214
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The pupil’s small but sees a wide expanse,
Gazing into a forever unknown,
Wearied eyes, imaginations enhance,
Where tracks have once wandered, grass has now grown.
The summers of youth spent by the river,
Leaving at dawn with energetic haste,
Never been seen to tarry or dither,
No spring has ever been put to a waste.
But the past is long gone, forever lost,
The winter of life begins to surround,
Old, weary hands battered by many frosts,
Planted feet, yearning to travel new ground.
Slowly my eyes close, my pulse slips away,
My soul isn’t here, its summer’s away.
my teacher made it a bit easier for us and said we didnt have to worry about the unstressed stressed pattern and whatnot just that it has to be 10 syllables a line and the rhyme scheme has to be a b a b
so this is technically correct for him...i just need a title, and no i dont want you to write one for me...i only need a title
Gazing into a forever unknown,
Wearied eyes, imaginations enhance,
Where tracks have once wandered, grass has now grown.
The summers of youth spent by the river,
Leaving at dawn with energetic haste,
Never been seen to tarry or dither,
No spring has ever been put to a waste.
But the past is long gone, forever lost,
The winter of life begins to surround,
Old, weary hands battered by many frosts,
Planted feet, yearning to travel new ground.
Slowly my eyes close, my pulse slips away,
My soul isn’t here, its summer’s away.
my teacher made it a bit easier for us and said we didnt have to worry about the unstressed stressed pattern and whatnot just that it has to be 10 syllables a line and the rhyme scheme has to be a b a b
so this is technically correct for him...i just need a title, and no i dont want you to write one for me...i only need a title