The Golden Watch
Hanging high up in the cupboard,
Being crowded by lots of china,
There hangs a golden watch,
Waiting to be handed down again.
It sits there and tells me,
I’ll be yours someday soon,
But I don’t know what time,
It could be morning or afternoon.
I want to inherit the watch I know,
But the reason to get it I don’t,
So it brings me my one fear,
Its becoming closer to me every year.
2 comments:
DEAR ZEBRAFISH O3
GREAT POEM. ALOT BETER THAN MINE.
HEY DON'T TAKE MY WORD FOR IT. TAKE A LOOK YOURSELF. IT'S CALLED WWII
FROM
ZEBRAFISH010
dear zebrafish003
nice poem, i wish my heritage were like that
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