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The Day We Grew Up

Contributed by norm on Friday, 18th July 2003 @ 03:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry



When I was young the days were long
I played a tune that wound up wrong,
I tried my best, you'd have never guessed
For I meant to play life as a song.

A few spans more, I met life with a roar
It singled me out, I was thrilled to the core
I'm sure I was bright, it was I in the light
I surely knew all of the score.

I ran with the guys, there was flirting and lies
As we chased all the girls with developing size,
And upward I grew, I instinctively knew
There was something too good in this guise.

One Sunday, it stopped, it came to a halt,
Pearl Harbor was bombed, that was the fault,
We lost our youth, we grew up too fast
Some of us came home in a vault.

Now and again, I think of that day
I think of our poems with the suicide play,
Would folks like that run and volunteer
And give up their life in that way?




Copyright © norm ... [ 2003-07-18 15:05:00]
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Re: The Day We Grew Up (User Rating: 1 )
by Saira on Friday, 18th July 2003 @ 05:10:07 PM AEST
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Interesting. Good poem!
Saira


Re: The Day We Grew Up (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Friday, 18th July 2003 @ 07:17:25 PM AEST
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Nothing humorous in this, Norm...wrong category!!
This leaves me
thinking deeply.... it touches me to the core....loved it..
Jenni


Re: The Day We Grew Up (User Rating: 1 )
by Ilhar on Friday, 18th July 2003 @ 09:51:47 PM AEST
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well done
Shari


Re: The Day We Grew Up (User Rating: 1 )
by venkat on Saturday, 19th July 2003 @ 04:04:52 AM AEST
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Serious thoughts you have projected..a thought provoking poem.. venkat


Re: The Day We Grew Up (User Rating: 1 )
by PoloRM on Saturday, 19th July 2003 @ 08:09:35 AM AEST
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If I believed in my nation
To war I'd gladly go.
And if I did what I believe in
My life would be quite a show.

To live is to experience
The things you want to know
And I don't see why you'd regret it
If you did them as you grow.


Re: The Day We Grew Up (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Saturday, 19th July 2003 @ 11:05:19 AM AEST
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great thought provoking poem Norm.So true.
michelle


Re: The Day We Grew Up (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Saturday, 19th July 2003 @ 12:26:10 PM AEST
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dearest norm, another excellent poem, my breath caught at the end, i was like wow, a great insightful clever twist:) hugs n' love nessa




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