Metaphor Poem

Author: Mattheus,MrCarLover1A133 // Category:
My friend
He lies against the wall
And every now and then
He'll call
He has hands
Which always keep still
But when I look again
They've already moved
He is weird
And he is strange
But most importantly I'm hardly late.

2 Responses to "Metaphor Poem"

Deckard Says :
July 30, 2009 at 6:32 PM

He might remind you of the time, but you can still be late...especially when he doesn't go off in the morning!

Deckard Says :
August 23, 2009 at 11:59 AM

MBA response: couldn't find the comment section after MBA, so I'm using this space. I personally like the ambiguity of the song. You are the second person to choose this song and it is a good representation of life...with all its ups and downs. And you never really know what tomorrow will bring. But here's the beauty of it, you start to figure it out and yourself as you mature. That's the beauty of growing up, self discovery. You'll do just fine and one final word of advice: listen to your mom's advice, she's right on! I have enjoyed reading your blog over the course of the year. 8/10

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