LifeA Poem by Andrew Hawkins
When do we stop being children?
Is it when our parents are gone, is it when we leave home and get married, or when we have kids of our own? And when do we have to be grown ups? When we reach a certain age, or when the books that map out our lives, come to a certain page? So when do we really start living? Is it when we take that first breath? And why for some does it not start, until they have little time left? And why do some choose to stop living, long before they get put in the ground? Cos as long as I wake in the morning, I'll make damn sure you know I'm around! See I've lived in the shadow of happy gotten by in my own little way but I finally realized, life is too short so I'm gonna start living today! © 2010 Andrew Hawkins |
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Added on July 13, 2010 Last Updated on July 13, 2010 AuthorAndrew HawkinsRichibucto, New Brunswick, CanadaAboutWhile the jury is still out about life beginning at 40 it seems, for me at least, poetry began at 40. Other than the enforced scribblings of a young child I haven't written poetry for thirtysomethi.. more..Writing
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