What do you think of my poem?

It's call Granny's boy.

Once there was an old lady, brought up the bastard son of a son, passed away at sixty three, after some basketball games on TV. The boy lay his life on the table, gambles a hand or two, a legacy from his grandma's death, ,man he's living on the edge.Too much time on his hand, too much memories weighing on him, he secretly hoped for, memories of the good old times, would fly away like little paper planes. The boy never remembers, the old lady's annivasary. A garden of flowers to forgive, his heart's really not at ease. Somedays when he remembers, rain kept falling on his knees. Troubles and sorrows, a bit of wine kept him under sanity.



Paper planes, paper planes, fly away..................

Troubles and sorrows fades away.



The boy makes a secret wish, as the last autumn leaf touches the ground, the old lady would beckon to him, from among the trees, they'll both leave and fly away...........

What do you think of my poem?
i didn't get it right away but by the end i got it its cuite and sad its good
Reply:Well it had me reading on till the end so I'd say it's good.
Reply:cute......
Reply:good....
Reply:not bad!