Questions
High on a mountain range,
Heading for the top.
But will I ever make it?
Will I win the war against the wind and the rain,
and the rocky steep slope. Unable to glide peacefully down to the bottom,
but fall and tubmble with one mistake.
The big questions are different,
Will the flowers ever blossom?
Will the leaves ever turn green?
Will the sun come up tommorow?
Will my questions ever be answered?
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Just so you know I wrote this poem, on a box, while cleaning my room. So you know just an everyday box-poem.
Box top poem! Love it!
Maybe I should try cleaning my room for inspiration. Thanks for posting this!
I love this poem! The line “the big questions are different really struck me.
Oh and this is your Dad, commenting on your poem, on your account! Payback is soooo so sweet!
Love the rambling mood of this poem; the questions it asks. And your photo with your dog–Oh, my! Too cute.