Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
I'm at the end of my wits But I'm not I speak and meet I feel all of you But I'm tired And all I can do is see When I see Hold your heart Dear and true And never let it be free Just hold it while you're young Listen to those that love you Believe in truth And freedom And all that gold Just like me But be ready To pay the price Gold doesn't make that much sense
0
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 11:35 PM UTC
Mansfield
I'm at the end of my wits But I'm not I speak and meet I feel all of you But I'm tired And all I can do is see When I see Hold your heart Dear and true And never let it be free Just hold it while you're young Listen to those that love you Believe in truth And freedom And all that gold Just like me But be ready To pay the price Gold doesn't make that much sense
nathan-pival
Written by
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 11:35 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem