Stewart Green Poet Iambic Pentameter

I Stand On Sand

I stand on sand
Nothing concrete
I move to prove
That I’ve got feet

Not able to be stable
I start to sink
The tears through the years
Is what I think

It’s here I fear	
I stand alone
Looking down I frown
My covers blown

I made the grade
Long time ago
I got afraid and paid
What did I know?

To late for fate
It passed me by
This time of mine
I can’t deny

I stand on sand
Nothing concrete
No time to climb
My maker to meet

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Caroline Cécile Delacroix February 28, 2010 at 8:17 PM Life isn't over until it is over, my friend. Your poem is very well written, great quatrain, though a bit on the downside. Thanks for sharing. Caroline.