In my younger and more vulnerable years I walked on I was lonely no longer I was a guide a pathfinder I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over promising to unfold that shining secret that only Midas and Morgan and Maecenas knew, that the wingless had been overlooked in a fashion that rather took your breath away. I was fragilely bound into a murmured apology of moths among the whispers and the champagne and the stars Bantering inconsequence that was made of infinitesimal hesitation I repeated blankly a surprising shill metallic urgency Bloomed with light it sort of crept in on us that I had truly heard nothing at all In the unquiet darkness continually smoldering with disappointment in the solemn echoing green light. a dim hazy cast lay upon my love your love belongs to me She insisted its too late now he scowled I could only stare as she cried A terrible terrible Mistake! you ask too much she told me I love you now. you cant repeat the past he said why, of course you can! I paid a high price for living too long with a single dream.
great Gatsby found poem I wrote in class. I got an a on it, but I need some improvement suggestions.