A Last Request

• Rebecca Richards-hill, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2009

Don't watch the sun pass through the sky
Don't wait around for that guy
Walk don't run across the sand
because time can slip from you hand
Listen don't hear
Don't tred in fear
Don't sit and ponder
Get out and wonder
Drink your drink slowley
And say all you mean solely.
Say the words that would be lost
Even if thay have a cost.
But my last request
You cannot detest
Slow down, don't dance so fast
Let the music last