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I brought there, the standing,
Supporting them in turn
Something now they come to,
A back bone when they fall.
Though I am still a home ground,
They live on me,
I am a rock.
I seem only of use and burden
An unappreciated lifeline.
No more can they visit such,
No more, until they need.
Yet I’ve still seen before,
I know a life they craft
I’m the living floor,
I am a rock.
‘Twil be for their children,
As it is so for mine.
It seems I’d ought get older,
Until just a hole in the earth
Though I will be there to hold them,
Just as I’ve always sought.
Holding all experience,
I am a rock
So now their own run,
As do they dispute.
My range forces, harmony.
Of which they must commit.
I’ll travel on with them,
They must help me now.
Thrown around but loved,
I am a rock.
- by Queen4aDAG1910 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/07/2009 |
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- Title: I am a Rock-Extended Metaphor.
- Artist: Queen4aDAG1910
- Description: I wrote this when I was twelve years old, during an Enrichment English class. The teacher found the idea as a tribute to Simon and Garfunkle's, I Am A Rock. A classmate told me that my poetry should be burnt... nevermind. I like this one, I think, probably the theme of grandparents and old people, it took my teacher ages to figure it out. Personally I like rhyme, but this is what I came up with anyway.
- Date: 07/07/2009
- Tags: simon garfunkle grandparent elderly rock
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