he Bakery Shop

I am a baker

I can make a variety of things

 

I can make loaves of bread and cookies

Like a baguette or macarons 

 

I am just a tiny baker with my tiny little bakery at the end of town.

 

One day, a swarm of people came rushing in,

Demanding I give them everything I can make.

 

Of course, I try but the customers grow impatient

When I am done, they demand more and more

 

When I am low on ingredients and try to close shop,

I am called “failure”

 

I am forced to continue baking items with what little I have,

To supply those who demand

 

So I ask you this, dear reader,

Do I fail though I try all I can?

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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