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For Betty


Long were the days when I thought I would not need a hand to hold I tried and I tried to grow up But then getting old comes too soon Seasons grow cold, children get older And lives can drift and fly away Days passed by and years did fly And your memory would fade away You couldn’t remember my name But you never forgot to love me The sound of your laugh stills rings through the halls And your smile never went away But now time steals more than gives And we can still take what’s left and find something Beautiful through all the dark You can be gone, but you're not forgotten because you will live in our smiles and tears forever In every picture and story, every fragment, every piece you'll always stay beautiful to me
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jwiener
This is a lovely, but sad poem about how things change, especially with your description of the seasons becoming colder. Wonderful imagery, and great writing! If you would like to discover all different types of poetry writing tips, check out the "resources" section and look at "poetry writing tips!"

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