..this poem appeared on this year's issue of The Isotopes. certain parts of this poem was cut, for it will consume much space.
..anyways, this poem is my second poem with syllabic measure, particularly 8. (the last one was back in third year, my winning piece for the poem making contest of TLE club,with 12 syllables.)
..IT'S HARD. i've used 2 hours just to come up with this poem. 8 syllables are difficult to form.
..this poem is about graduation or something..hope you'll like it.! :-bd
Time, quickly it turns, quickly it passes;
And unstoppable, it hastens,
Incessant, it runs and it goes;
And never-ending, time just flows.
Mysterious, how we've been gathered;
Simply strange, how we acquainted,
Enigmatic, we're connected;
And bizarre, we are proclaimed friends.
I found these different faces;
Coming from different places,
But are minds with sturdy bridges;
Hearts beating uniform paces.
United, in times of laughter;
Problems, we can solve together,
Unshaken, dancing one rhythm;
And as one, singing our anthem.
But as time pass, our school bells ring;
The gate, on us, is just mocking,
The campus grounds pukes as away;
And we have to separate ways.
Four years of endless happiness;
Filled with enduring memories,
Four short years have already gone;
Taking everything, leaving none.
Laughter is our reminiscence;
Our memories will commence,
And as we hear our procession;
Smile, for it's our graduation.
`Cause time will inevitably pass;
And the days surely would not last;
The earth, our world, will fade away;
But our hearts and minds will stay.
