Hovering at the periphery of reality
Another line on the wall
Perfect rainy weather
Perception of time starting to blur
Yet more days added to, and taken from, the count
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Before learning about the world
I wasn't certain about my place in it
Right now, it all seems so far away
Though it's closer than I ever thought it would be.
How did I get to this point, without really noticing the years passing?
Doomed to walk ever forward
Always with eyes on the future
Yesterday I was young...
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Months disappear like dew from the morning grass
Alas that I should now notice its absence
Keeping up with myself is hard enough
Even though my story's just begun
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Another reminder that I exist. And once the candle's gone there's no getting it back.
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Without ever thinking that I would, I've made it here
I'll face this new challenge with teeth bared in a determined grin
So that I'll never lose sight of the
Hope that I will make it further still and rise above all I've done before
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Alexander McEvoy
Writing has been a hobby of mine for years, so I'm just thrilled to be here! As for me, I love writing, dogs, and travel (only 1 continent left! Australia-.-)
I hope you enjoy what you read and I can't wait to see your creations :)
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Comments (6)
This was, well, resonant?
Months disappear like dew from the morning grass - I love that
It was so nice discovering the secret acrostic message! Really well written, Alexander.
Omgggg, I only realised it was an Acrostic when I saw the tag at the bottom. That goes to show how smooth your poem is! Also, that lead me to realise that your Acrostic is "Happy Birthday. Make A Wish." Is it your birthday? If it is, I wish you a veryyyyy Happy Birthday!! 🎂✨️❤️🥰 I did Google your title but it translated from French and said it meant Happy Holidays 😅 "Months disappear like dew from the morning grass" This was my most favourite line. Like it blew my mind! I reread it several times. I loved your poem so much!
First of all....... 😤 Thank you for getting the French version of Happy Birthday stuck in my head.... It's been on repeat since I read the title, we're now coming up on an hour... 😤 It took me a second to realize this was an acrostic, honestly until I saw the tag at the end! But before that I loved the feel of this piece, it gave a me a chance for self reflection, and drew me in with that feeling of the ticking clock that reminds us how short our time here is. But I do love the cleverness of the acrostic being "Make a Wish"!! Great work, Mr McEvoy!!!
I love this. It reminds me how time is fleeting, and we must seize the day. Great work, Alexander!