One of the things that scares me most about getting old is that people around me will only see the old in me. They will not see that I still feel pleasure and passion, that I have a trunk load of kisses and stories, that inside I still feel 18 or 37 (my favourite age).
This is a silly little poem I wrote when I was 13 or so (don’t laugh): http://fadwas-inspirational.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-pink.html
The Girl Who Once Loved Pink
When my time on this world done
Will people still have fun?
Will they stop and think,
There was a girl who once loved pink?
Will they throw away the letters I sent,
And forget the words I really meant?
Will their hearts in sadness sink,
For the girl who once loved pink?
Will the guy I loved find another chick?
How long will it take him to pick?
Will he toast and drink,
For the girl who once loved pink?
Will they every remember,
Or do I just have to surrender?
Will they every stop and think:
April 11th, 2009 at 7:52 am
Fadwa..why you’re saying it’s a silly poem ??!!!!!!!
it’s really great, especially if the poet is “13 years old” !!
anyway, if you insist that it is silly..well, we are happy and ready to read “silly” things like this..:he he
April 11th, 2009 at 1:52 pm
Thanks Fady. I really appreciate your comments and your nice words and I am sure I can manage to keep writing silly things!! ha ha