Can you please read my poem?

Upon the Hour

By: Adam M. Snow

My wake draws nearer upon the hour;

Call upon, thy upper power.

I wait the time for truth be told,

When the world itself grows cold.

I lie here asleep to tell,

Of this life in worldly hell.

Beware my love of time be told,

Of thy child growing old;

And when your life becomes a knurled,

I will be a whore for the cold world.

*Note: Whore - To compromise one's principles for personal gain* not the other whore you're thinking of.

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  • 9 years ago
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    Really nice. Short and simple. Lol @ the whore definition. :P I actually didnt know it had a serious meaning.

  • Anonymous
    9 years ago

    Great, amazing, fantastic, stupendous! Awesome poem, I wish I could write like that!

  • 9 years ago

    i loved it, great job. keep it up and thanks for sharing it with me tonight

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