Question

3 Write your own philosophical poem with used to. Пожалуйста, Срочно!!! Даю 10 баллов

Answer 1

I used to be different, nor better nor worse

I look at the mirror, nothing 's left from me old

I used to shine like a star in nights' sky

Thus in the darkness I lightened your path

I used to be different- the stranger believes

Reflection of mine accused me of guilt

"You used to be able to listen and see

But with the time became blind and deaf !"

I used to be different,(пауза)better ,suppose

Despair impatiently knocks at my door

I used to be different, do you believe?

Pity but no one is hearing me.

Очень постаралась, честно! твоя задача правильно расставить паузы и с выражением зачитать.

Answer 2

In realms of thought, where musings dwell, I weave a verse, a tale to tell, Of fleeting days and moments passed, Where shadows dance and memories last.

Once upon a distant time, When innocence was in its prime, We used to dream, with hearts so pure, Of wonders yet to be explored.

We used to chase the rising sun, With boundless hope, our spirits spun, Through fields of gold and azure skies, With laughter echoing, our souls would rise.

We used to marvel at the stars, Their distant glow, a realm afar, Contemplating our place in space, In awe of life's mysterious grace.

We used to ponder life's grand scheme, A tapestry of thought, it seemed, As questions tugged at restless minds, Seeking truths we longed to find.

We used to yearn for love's embrace, To feel its warmth, its gentle grace, To share a bond, both deep and true, And find ourselves in someone new.

We used to wander, unconfined, Embracing paths we'd left behind, Discovering worlds within our reach, Through stories, art, and wisdom's speech.

But as the tides of time do turn, And life's relentless flames do burn, We find ourselves adrift, untethered, In a world that's changed, and yet, we're weathered.

For what we used to know and see, Is now a distant memory, Yet in our hearts, a flicker gleams, A spark of what used to be, it seems.

So let us cherish what has passed, The lessons learned, the die we cast, And in this ever-changing dance, Find solace in the used to's trance.

For though we journey through unknown, The used to's light will guide us home, And in the depths of our soul's core, We'll find the strength to seek once more.

So let us pause, reflect, and see, The beauty in our used to be, And with each step, we'll strive anew, Embracing what's to come, and bid adieu.