by Mia M Nakao
Tuesday, August 26, 2003
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And to you, my dear friend:
When the Clock Strikes Later
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Let me sing you a song of truth
Take you back to my days of youth
Days were rushed and nights were spent
With misery following wherever I went
I was a poor girl with clothes all a tattered
But I didnít care; itís not like it mattered
The boys didnít love me; the girls didnít care
No one in the world noticed what Iíd wear
My hair was a tangled, sad-looking mess
With sticks in it, leaves in it; natureís distress
From the days when Iíd sleep out in the cold of the night
Where I couldn't see through the deep black of sight
That kept me from loving; kept me so cold
Mother would lock me in the closet of old
Atticís filth-ridden clothes
But thatís where I found her deep in the dark
Hidden and crying, but glowed in the stark
Nakedness of the world sheíd been
And thatís when I found that the world didnít care
Whether or not youíre breathing its air
Because one day youíll realize when youíre old and youíre gray
That no one will care about you, come death or what may
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|Reviewed by Floreann Cawley
|Reviewed by Leland Waldrip
|Powerful write, Mia. The source of the emotions behind this can only be guessed at. So sad. So beautiful.
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
|"My Song"... It is "CLEANING FROM INSIDE OUT"... It is a very inspiring sad song...
A true poem, poemized with emotions lived up to its boiling point.
This poem, "My Song", depicts a true situation that happens to millions of kids on the four corners of this planet Earth, - and that is what it is here for, - to claim compassion and love to our children around the planet.
"My Song" is a must to be etched on the hearts of the ruling lords of this planet in order to show them the difference between their justice and the reality.
It is a striking thoughts poem that is here for the eternity of Poetry history.
I thank You Author Poet Mia Nakao for sharing this literary treasure with us.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Mia, beautiful and very sad poem. Well written. The flow and rhyme were excellent.|