I walk down the hall.
Wearing my silly little sweater,
Carrying my silly little bag.
It swings back and fourth like a pendulum.
I know the clock is ticking but I take my time walking to my class.
Swinging my silly little bag.
With a silly little grin on my face.
I do not know where I'll be soon but for now I'll continue to walk down the silly little hall. With my silly little bag, and a silly little grin on my face.
Because someday, my silly little bag will become old and worn.
This silly little hall will be torn down and replaced by a not so silly hall.
My silly sweater will become old and ragged.
I cannot use an old and worn bag.
It will drop all my things.
I can't wear a ragged and ripped sweater forever.
How will it keep me warm?
And one day,
I won't be able to walk my silly little hall anymore.
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Word count- 146
Published December 12, 2023
this one's a bit silly.
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did i drive you away?
PoetryPoetry? Don't know what would classify it as poetry LOL but anyway short little stories or poems about things that I randomly think of for practice. says completed but will be adding more all the time for practice :D
