Kids at play

Kids at play

I look up, kids are playing in the nearby park.

I’m enjoying the presence of that little spark.


I can feel her in my dreams.

I touch her, she feels like cream.


I know these imaging’s are proper.

If they weren’t my heart would no longer prosper.



I see her every time I look out at the window.

I’ll know she’ll be there to help me lift my elbow.


She’ll be there when I turn old and grey.

She’s not an imagination.



I drift back from sleep.

The kids are gone, leaving me old and grey yet again…… without letting me sleep.

nice man, good choice wording, but im not really the best to C&C it but what the hell, nice work.

Thanks man. Glad you toke the time to read it =D

very good work, you should become a poet one day you seem to have that mind were you can come up with good poems, kick ass poem man i hope to see more :)

Wozerz. Thanks for the complemient. Lol. Feels good :wink:

yeah hope to see more

Ill work on it. I usually think of a situation then expand upon it.

Is the person that you feel in your dreams the spark ignited by the little children? Anyways nice poem, good theme, excellent choices of word :)

Yes, the spark is the person i feel.I knew someone would figure that out ;)

wow thats awsome bfg.....great rymes...keep em comin :P

Thanks alot mate.