Poetry’s Lifespan
By Aaron
Haddonfield, NJ

Poetry is like building sandcastles

You spend your time to construct them

But it doesn’t seem that way,

When you gaze back and admire them

But in the end

The tide washes them all away

Fruitless

No matter what you compose,
It won’t exist indefinitely

Some say that poem’s meanings reside inside of them

But what of when those people are gone,

Withering away in a casket

If your poems live with you,

Than they also die with you