Talk:Keefe and Sophie/@comment-37589255-20190123163039

Hi peoples! So this comment isn't related to Sokeefe, but I wrote a poem for school today, inspired by the Mending Wall by Robert Frost. I would love to hear your opinions on it. Please be honest with me; I'm open to constructive criticism. Here's the poem:

Close as glue we were one of the few

Who had no wall between them

Walked abreast through every hurdle and test

No boulders could faze us

But soon enough, rumors went around

Cracks spread through our frozen ground

No more to each other were we true

For we had gone completely askew

Lies were in bold and truths were no longer gold

The current wall between us was even growing old

Neighbors would tell us that in some more time

Everything would be all well and fine

But no amount of mending can renew what's no longer pending

For everything's gone

The fire no longer has a match

To come back to life