yoyo poem 2


(M²) #1

Well if you havn’t seen my first one here it is http://yoyoexpert.com/forums/index.php/topic,13371.0.html I sorta like this one a little better but none the less here is my second one. This is less about playing with it and more how people react to it.

When I Yo-Yo
When I yoyo some mock and some grieve,
Not knowing this yoyo, is the air that I breathe.
From the very first throw the world comes to life,
A world were I could put all my troubles, on the point of a knife.
For some it is pleasure to watch me so free,
Other say I’m addicted and it not good for me.
Well my friend,
That’s no lie, it is true,
But what does yo-yoing mean to you?
Is it eighty bucks for a throw,
Or for the continuation of life.
An old world ending a new one beginning.
I’ll just stand there with my yoyo in hand.
Up and down, up and down…
A motion so simple yet grand.
It’s spins oh so fast
It could wind up a smile on any man’s face
Because,
It’s a black and white world, as I’ve come to see,
But my yoyo’s still there lit so colorfully.
You
Should
Put
It
Down
They
All
Say
To
My
Face.
But
I just keep On
going, on and on I
continue to endure
Be it criticism or
Glee. It’ life

Well there it is, hope you like.


#2

concret poem

kool