Poem what will you be

When Dawn comes to promise a new day When the darkest of shadows are swept away Will you watch over me until I wake Will you hold me close if I break Will you be there to catch my fall Will you be next to me, standing tall Will you be there to soothe my pain And tell me its ok when there is only rain Will you hold my hand as we walk Will you listen closely as we talk Will you be my fire in the cold Will you be my rock in days of old When I'm alone will you be right there When I'm sad will you tell me you care When I'm scared and lost and push you away Please don't listen, will you still stay?

When the darkness comes back to crawl and creep Will you be there to guard my sleep Will you love me whole and true And keep me going when I' am blue Will you be there forever more To make me laugh when my tears pour Our love together is truly rare Please promise me you'll always be there.

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We will count on these walls to whisper our resumes to the strangers who take up the work of these rooms, forwarding them past dust. Our purpose shared, suspended in trust to a poem that told us a long love is willed. Believing such we are bound to exit flattered by our design, unmindful that this thing has also always been lying in wait, a thing in itself, bossy and brutish that has thrived in spite of sabotage chapters occasional giddy neglect.

A volition apart that exceeds dull need a self-interweaving imperative be mine that will whisper our love past dust. National Poetry Month. Materials for Teachers Teach This Poem. Poems for Kids. Poetry for Teens.

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From Garbage Delight , published by Macmillan Canada, Used with permission. I might still be Alice, Excepting I'm not. My breakfast is waiting. My clothes are all out, But what was that thing I was thinking about? If I was a Grinch I expect I would know. But I don't think so. There's so many people I don't seem to be-- I guess I'll just have to Get up and be me. Dennis Lee This is the kind of thing you post anywhere.

Nicely done. Very entertaining. Congratulations on having it selected as poem of the day! They never stop bugging me What will you be? As if they expect me to stop being me- - - - -Funny humorous poem but with some deep thought involved. People expect their children to imitate some models of their choice rather than allowing the child to follow his own dreams. Such a question is rather irritating for the child and he feels thwarted. It is difficult what one will be in the future!