I Was Fourteen

September 4, 2016
By pineappler03 SILVER, Waterford, Connecticut
pineappler03 SILVER, Waterford, Connecticut
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I walked along the left side of the path.
With Tuesday’s glowing sky.
I was fourteen.

I came to a ribbon of deep wooden bridge.
White water combing it’s silky hair.
I was fourteen.

I looked at the sinking belly of sun.
Then I glanced behind the path laden with gold.
I was fourteen.

But I would save gold for a darker sight.
Today I would follow the path a head.
I was fourteen.


The author's comments:

There is maney was to look at this poem. Though I don't want to spoil it, I challange my readers to put their interpretation into the comments bellow. The only hint I will give is that the true point of the poem is stated directy . Thank you for reading.


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