Wonder

by desireerinehart1992

Published July 10, 2010

Wonder
By: Desiree Rinehart

I wonder
Where will I be in five, ten years?
Or even tomorrow?
Nobody knows because
It's the wonder of the world.
Nobody know whether they
Will even make it through the night.
When we make plans for the future,
How do we know when the last day
Of our lives will be?
Nobody really knows.
And that's
The wonder of the world.

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Grace Comment
Grace commented Comment · Aug 4, 2010

You really did well, it is a commendable job.
I think u could do well to make it flow a little better but it is still a great job.
Keep It UP.

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Panda326
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Panda326 wrote a review Review · Aug 4, 2010

Hello there! This was a very nice poem. When I read it I noticed a few things wrong in there, but then when looking at the other comments, all the problems seemed to be covered. You should probably go back and edit those few things =P... Other than that, good great job, and keep writing.

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TheReader22 commented Comment · Aug 3, 2010

Really awesome poem! Just one mistake that I can see:

Nobody knows whether they
Will even make it through the night.

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tamtam97 commented Comment · Jul 15, 2010

its great...it has a special meaning although its a comon category or theme!

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MHolly507 wrote a review Review · Jul 10, 2010

Des,
It's beautiful work and well written. As an aspiring philosopher I absolutely loved it. It was a bit hard for me to make it flow at first... perhaps work on where the lines end. For example I found it easier to read when I pictured it as

Nobody knows
Because it's the wonder of the world

Also, maybe you should drop the "because" and change "it's" to "that's".

Just a thought,
Miriam

Thegirlwholived wrote a review Review · Jul 10, 2010

o. o

Dang. That's REALY good. i mean, REALLY REALLY good. I pick out all the little things in poems, and I can't find a single thing wrong. This is fabulous. Utter greatness.




Kim



A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.
— Franz Kafka