I met him on solid ground.
A funny, focused, and ridiculous clown.
Deep to Davy Jones’ locker,
an ardent follower of street soccer;
balls present when he is.
And his body type,
one of a kind
putting you to a quiz.
Gnome.
Like a visualized quay,
We were boats tightly tied
hoping we’d make history
and put an adage to sleep
"20 kids can't be together for 20 years"
It was progressing..
Although times were hard,
we had transparent destinies.
Very vivid,
like being in a sun lounge.
Then he died.
A funny, focused, and ridiculous clown.
Deep to Davy Jones’ locker,
an ardent follower of street soccer;
balls present when he is.
And his body type,
one of a kind
putting you to a quiz.
Gnome.
Like a visualized quay,
We were boats tightly tied
hoping we’d make history
and put an adage to sleep
"20 kids can't be together for 20 years"
It was progressing..
Although times were hard,
we had transparent destinies.
Very vivid,
like being in a sun lounge.
Then he died.
4 comments:
It's a sad poem, right?
Yes, it is. It portrays the life of a very close friend who had the same dreams as I. Funnily, the only differences were his look and selfish interests in soccer.
FICTION OR NON FICTION?
Fiction.
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