Hey, this is a poem about The Giver (obviously) that I also had to write for school. Meh, homework
Everything you knew
You left behind.
It's too late to go back;
You can't rewind.
You wonder,
As you slowly leave,
What will happen;
What you'll achieve.
A plane passes by,
Soaring through the air,
You have to keep going;
You cannot despair.
You cradle the baby,
Keeping him warm,
Huddling against
The cold winter storm.
You climb a hill
And find the sled.
As you glide down,
You lose all your dread.
Even if,
You changed your mind,
Nothing has changed;
You can't rewind.