The LionA Poem by Ashley PierceA poem about my father
The lion
The king, he rules over all things except me Sounds of authority in the distance Nothing but a whisper of neglect to me. Strutting around with his head held high Off in the distance i notice the resemblance in me The lion The king, carries himself with pride his legacy But what's a legacy without things you created You don't know me Paying close attention to the physical features The lion The king, his beauty is in my mirror But I am not a reflection of him
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4 Reviews Added on September 18, 2013 Last Updated on September 18, 2013 AuthorAshley PierceAboutWith pen and paper the possibilities are endless! 21 years young East Carolina University Senior One day all my dreams will be reality. more..Writing
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