A/N: A poem I wrote, with differing Points of View. You should be able to know whose they are.
I do remember working for a while on this poem on the computer. I hope whomever stumbles upon this will be able to tell me their thoughts and advice.
And I'm not looking for profit, just fun. I do not own The Outsiders. S.E. Hinton does.
…Ashes of a Church…
...So dawn goes down to day...
...Nothing gold can stay...
The roads…
Just take one
No matter what, I know
That you'll still have it won
You might be right,
This place is full of doubt,
But all I know is that you can see it still:
Their lights, though the source has died out…
Still they inspire those
Whose eyes, for hope, scout
I know as well as you do
That I'm gone
And Dally, too
Haven't I said,
'It ain't long enough?'
Can you trudge through life
For you to take my stead?
There's a fork in the road
And I can't decide
My grip is faltering
My eyes are wild...
But we can lie on the pavement
Sink into grey
So we can stare at stars God sent
They are pinhole lights
Firing in the night
But they've already died years ago
Aren't I right?
When I come home
I won't know how to act
I've got an older brother
Pointing at every single fact:
I don't think
I always forget
And then there's Soda
Who never ever frets
And
Someone I know once said
We could get along
Without anyone but you
And now I know it's true
Far up are ashes of a church
From where a brilliant mind
Can build again
To search and find a dream
Whilst in rain
…
Far up are ashes of a church
Remnants of something
I wish would still be there
But now I'm nothing...
But scared
"Where's the party?"
Echoed in my mind
You're gone
Peace you DID find
But where is mine?
Well if you had thought
You would lose your pace
In this race
To fall in last place
So that others
Could bury
You alive,
You needn't worry
Because when one day
You are old
I know you'll gladly remember
A star telling you
To Stay Gold
I look up, feverish & bewildered
You seem so sure of my fate
You blow it up with air,
And I hope it won't deflate
So I ask...
How long is one hour?
That we stare at nature's first flower?
Your answer is clever:
"For ever.
I know you think you are green
But I think you'll Stay Gold."
"Stay gold, Pony...Stay gold…"
-Tsuppi.4.16.05