A year ago I dreamed I'd find,
A place to feed my hunger,
For home was quite a well known place,
A traveler's dull blunder.
Here I walk the cobblestones
And bid 'bonjour' all day,
A city that I call my home
A life 'on holiday'.
The city of lights the city of love,
I really must agree,
For Paris is a city of white-
A blank canvas that I see.
The city makes your dreams come true,
But what you didn't know,
Is Paris makes you ponder life;
True desires start to show.
I've done a lot of growing up,
In these short months of life,
I'm standing on my own two feet,
And overcoming strife.
Seven months I have to go,
Eternity you may say,
A lot to learn and see and feel,
Eternity in some ways.
A place to feed my hunger,
For home was quite a well known place,
A traveler's dull blunder.
Here I walk the cobblestones
And bid 'bonjour' all day,
A city that I call my home
A life 'on holiday'.
The city of lights the city of love,
I really must agree,
For Paris is a city of white-
A blank canvas that I see.
The city makes your dreams come true,
But what you didn't know,
Is Paris makes you ponder life;
True desires start to show.
I've done a lot of growing up,
In these short months of life,
I'm standing on my own two feet,
And overcoming strife.
Seven months I have to go,
Eternity you may say,
A lot to learn and see and feel,
Eternity in some ways.
-moi
I love your poem. It is stated so honestly!!! Life is only just beginning for you! There will be many varied experiences to encourage your growth. The best of it all is you are greeting it head on with curiosity, excitement and enthusiasm... for all experiences, not just a few!!
ReplyDeleteI'm so proud of you and what you have accomplished in these 19 years minus 1 month and 6 days!!
GramZ