Hey! this is my first poem on this site, first on i have wrote for this subject It is kind of when frodo realizes he cant really stay in the shire any more...
Outside the sunshine's, the lips smile
Inside the pain grows, the realization sinks in.
It was worth the while
And yet it is not the same, I'm different from it began
My mask wants to stay
But my true self knows its is not right
How to keep them a bay?
Must hide my plans from their sight.
My time is up
This age is over
So in a toast I lift the champagne cup
ForI can no longer live this life as a rover
Ok thats it D btw: for rover,in this peom it is not adult member of the boyscots butnoun: someone who leads a wandering unsettled life ohk dohk, please review an let me know what you think, i do not like flames very much, but if you want to flame knock ur self out i could care less.