"Life has no rehearsal, this is the real thing."

by HansRik   Nov 5, 2005


"Life has no rehearsal, this is the real thing."

The childish Innocence that has faltered away,
As I remember my lovely youthful days,
Bringing back a sweet smile in my way.

O! How I used to play with friends,
And how we used to think without extent.
This precious game has subtly met its end.

And as I walk, cherishing these thoughts,
The sky becomes ever so pink, and full of naught.
These are intangible smiles, for which I have sought.

Time is a cruel warrior that must carry
Memories and plays that used to be so merry,
Turning us into creatures so scary.

The passing of the years...

Life is too short but nonetheless too beautiful.

And all those smiles, and tears shed, are a real gift.

But past is past, now look upon the future deeds.

Enjoy your days you who are young,
For life has no rehearsal...
This is the real thing.

*CCP Challenge: Write a poem about growing up.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Gesselle Valle

    Where are you?
    when you gonna write some more....extraño tu poesia. :-(

  • 18 years ago

    by ☆Vintage Butterfly Star☆

    Very well written.
    You write well and your words always seem to mean something.
    Your work always amazes me and this poem is no execption....
    5/5

    xxx cici xxx

  • 18 years ago

    by zack

    This is sssssssooooooooo good
    gosh it is alittle how i feel
    like you said somethings that i could never

  • 18 years ago

    by Feline Fatigue

    Bringing back a sweet smile in my way.
    i think you should change that slightly, the 'in my way' clashes.
    very nice, and true. Growing up is a phenomina(sp?) all its own, and it's a one time thing. 5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by shadowlight

    I love the idea behind this poem. and your style of writting made sure that although this topic has been used many times before this poem still has a very indervidual feel about it.

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