AP Lit 12 - Final Project

Heart - To - Heart 

Once there was a kid with a heart as pure as gold

With dreams and aspirations as vast as the sea

 Now it’s too late for he is an old soul.

Not conforming to the standard “normal” mold

Living for the moment in his own reality

Once there was a kid with a heart as pure as gold.

Under constant fear of obeying what he was told

Ridiculed and judged for what he wanted to be

Now it’s too late for he is an old soul.

Like a newly minted coin shaped from it’s mold

And marked with a serial number for all to see

Once there was a kid with a heart as pure as gold.

In his late years more crude and bold

With a heart as cold as winter and black as the sea

Now it’s too late for he is an old soul.

As he composes this poem for his son, only 4 years old

Who has no knowledge of the world and what’s in store you see,

Once there was a kid with a heart as pure as gold

Now it’s too late for he is an old soul.