tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87558842011-04-21T16:41:31.945-07:00The Poetry and Short Stories of a hopeless dreamer. Please enjoy. And if I freak you out feel free to tell me.Clair DeLunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00574504435915850776noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755884.post-1097992898334200362004-10-18T15:30:00.000-07:002004-10-18T15:31:14.816-07:00<div align="left">So here's my little site for all my random thought that I put down in poetry or short stories. Enjoy and feel free to leave a comment when I figure out how to set them up again.</div><div align="center"> <br /><u>Reflections On Being A Senior</u></div><u><div align="center"> <br /></u>Advice flying from all directions, No idea who is right</div><div align="center"> <br />Pick a College! Pick a future!</div><div align="center"> <br />Hey! Come on let’s go! Let’s party!</div><div align="center"> <br />Do you want to struggle forever?</div><div align="center"> <br />Live on tips and charity?</div><div align="center"> <br />Smile. Joke. Your worries are over.</div><div align="center"> <br />Life’s just a walk on easy street.</div><div align="center"> <br />When are you ever going to get a life plan?</div><div align="center"> <br />Party in Eldorado! Free beer for all!</div><div align="center"> <br />Get your head out of the sky!</div><div align="center"> <br />Pay Attention! Slack off! Stay in school, Stay cool!</div><div align="center"> <br />STOP! Stop, it’s my life, let me choose what I want.</div><div align="center"> <br />Let me go anywhere and say anything.</div><div align="center"> <br />Let me go to Paris, to London or Rome.</div><div align="center"> <br />Let me dance, let me party, let me stay out ‘til one.</div><div align="center"> <br />You don’t live in my head so just stop “understanding.”</div><div align="center"> <br />So I don’t know everything I want or even who I am.</div><div align="center"> <br />That’s fine. Just a roll of the dice and enjoy the ride, even in my fear.</div><div align="center"> <br />So let me smile, let me flirt, let me have extra sprinkles.</div><div align="center"> <br />Let me have that pint of ice cream, my “pipe” dreams, my books.</div><div align="center"> <br />I’ll be all right in the end just…</div><div align="center"> <br />Simply, let me be.</div><div align="center"> <br />Eibhlin Brennan</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8755884-109799289833420036?l=welcometothesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clair DeLunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00574504435915850776noreply@blogger.com6