Let The Old Die Young

Let the old die young

When the birds have sung

And let their hearts go

To places sorrow doesn’t know

Where they can truly feel joy

And not as life’s big toy

But the true feeling we all receive

Then soon after must leave

And to the heavens they go

Kiss the sky and view the halo

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Jessica's picture

this is a beautiful and a touching poem.

Becca Taylor's picture

Well, everyone likes it because it's a beautiful poem! You did a great job writing it :)