To Never Grow Old

If I found a way,
(Well, how can I say?)
To quietly stay
Away from the grey
Of imminent days
When taxes are paid,
When I become plain,
Abandon my name…

Perhaps the old days
That swallowed my name
Would never see rain,
Time-keeper sand grains,
Nor wash away games
The children would play.

If I find a way,
Retaining my name,
When I never stray
Away from the days
Where happiness reigned
Over brutal pain,
Welcomed by the rain,
Hit on window panes.

I’ll walk this life slow,
Just so that I know
That sadness in snow
Can melt in the glow
Where happiness grows.


About DickensianJack

Born in Wolverhampton in November '93, moved to Huddersfield in September 2012. Studying at the University of Huddersfield. In love with the town - simple as that. As for the blog itself, I've been doing bits and pieces of writing (with varying quality) for a few years. A friend suggested I start a blog to share my work. Most of the stuff on here is poems, but there's other work interspersed on the page. Feel free to leave any comments on my work. Twitter: @DickensianJack (Jack Dickens) Facebook: Cheers, enjoy.
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