The Cycle Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

The practices of speeches
Sharing a little vision
An insight
To tonight, to tomorrow
With words borrowed
We do not own them any more then our thoughts
They meant to live beyond the pages
They meant to teach those off all ages
It as any love
Their there too give you a hug
Their there to remind you to not be so smug
Explaining the because as it was
What has happen
They crawl, walk, and talk
They are everything and nothing
Ink scribbled down and folded up.
It is love note
As a kid does
passed to another
read aloud in ones heart
then it is ripped and torn apart.
to be forgotten except by that which beats so hard
for a child does not lightly forget
reinventing it
with their own style and smile
it is the english language cycle