This is a poem I have written for my grampy's 80th birthday. He went to cambridge university to study english and is an absolute genius. I just want some honest opinions on it before I present it to him.
It hasn't got a title yet so I'm open to suggestions enjoy!
Look yonder past the tree tops,
The mountains and the seas,
Stare straight across the rivers,
Deserted plains and quays.
For when he looks past barriers,
A fact of truth he'll find,
A place of loss and empty tears,
Where even friends are blind.
No longer do his clay bones creak,
Nor does his brow sweat fear,
For he permits his reign on power,
The strike, we all should hear.
This man who once saught meaning and meaning he did find,
In life we must be humble reverent and kind
Where once a piece was missing,
Its twin has now been found,
A discovery to root his core
Together they are bound.
Now he has found his purpose,
He lives a happy life,
No more angst nor anger,
Just peace and hope, a wife.
Copyright entitlement lies with me. So if you steal it I will know!
It hasn't got a title yet so I'm open to suggestions enjoy!
Look yonder past the tree tops,
The mountains and the seas,
Stare straight across the rivers,
Deserted plains and quays.
For when he looks past barriers,
A fact of truth he'll find,
A place of loss and empty tears,
Where even friends are blind.
No longer do his clay bones creak,
Nor does his brow sweat fear,
For he permits his reign on power,
The strike, we all should hear.
This man who once saught meaning and meaning he did find,
In life we must be humble reverent and kind
Where once a piece was missing,
Its twin has now been found,
A discovery to root his core
Together they are bound.
Now he has found his purpose,
He lives a happy life,
No more angst nor anger,
Just peace and hope, a wife.
Copyright entitlement lies with me. So if you steal it I will know!