Pocket Change

July 25, 2010
By cdemi12 BRONZE, Grayslake, Illinois
cdemi12 BRONZE, Grayslake, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
“The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug.” --Mark Twain

My pocket change met the cold,
November dirt.
I watched it descend from the treetop
With an ear-to-ear smile.

It weighed me down from reaching
This high altitude,
And my serenity.

The sound of tranquility dazed my ears.
The birds chirped wondrous tunes.
The wind blew a soft breeze,
Dancing in the sky.
The lively, yet calming sounds
Untangled my knots inside.

But that was then.
Before the change.
This is now.

The treetop lay sprawled on the dirt.
The birds chirp no more.
Bitter gusts of wind churn
The atmosphere.
Gravity binds my feet
to the ground under the
soles of my shoes.
And worst of all,
I have pocket change.

The author's comments:
This is pretty much a random piece about change in life. Things are great before the change, and then you feel lost. I wanted to post it in order to receive TONS of feedback, so please, do not hesitate to give me constructive criticism. I enjoy any comments. Thanks.

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