It's interesting you see

Alright, now Im not really sure what we are suppose to post, but Mr. Connell said play with it so hey! Now, not sure if we are suppose to use this as a journal, a place to write poetry, or stories, but I think Im just going to play around with it. Well, this may be ultimately wrong but I'm in the mood for poetry...so let's have at it shall we? Now Im not asking anyone to read this so do not judge it...just think of it as you like. It's interesing you see, How life begins to be, When years grow old, and life grows cold, It's interesting you see. As time flys by, you begin to cry, for those once near, are the ones you fear, It's interesting you see. It's as if you're looking on from somewhere else to a place you use to belong, but the laughter is stale to you, but yet there is nothing you can do. You bang on the glass, but they look at you as a stranger, no words to be exchanged, your life has been rearranged. It's a strange thing being replaced, as if you were never there, which is so difficult to bear.
to be continued...