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The thoughts of a discarded little sister

A sweet autumn breeze whistles through the air,
Do you really have to ask?
Of course, I'll go outside today, 
you rarely ever want to play!

I sprain my knee, 
You never care, 
It isn't fair.
You help me up,
You do care.
It is fair!

We laugh, we play, we run,
It's really lots of fun!
Then your other friends come by, you tell me to go away.
I'm devastated, heartbroken you could say,
And yet I hope, I dream, I wait,
For another fateful autumn day, When you will finally, finally, again ask me to play!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 12/31/2019 4:58:00 AM
And yet I hope, I dream, I wait, For another fateful autumn day, When you will finally, finally, again ask me to play!//// beautiful poetic expression
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Date: 12/21/2019 6:06:00 PM
This is a fun poem! Nice job, and welcome to poetry soup!
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Date: 12/14/2019 4:08:00 AM
There is no optimism like a child's optimism, Rose Petals. Welcome to Soup!
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Date: 12/12/2019 11:52:00 AM
You have not tried to overthink think this poem and have managed to use your words effectively to create something that so many people can relate to on a personal level. You may also have helped some adults let go some issues carried over from childhood. An excellent first post that shows your true credentials as a poet in a sincere and meaningful way. I hope you are encouraged to keep using your obvious talent on the soup. Best regards David in NZ
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Date: 12/12/2019 5:50:00 AM
Very nicely written, Rose Petals. It is sad that this is the case quite often with sisters. Welcome to Poetry Soup. T.J
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Date: 12/14/2019 5:09:00 PM
Thank you all very much. I'm glad you liked my poem.