My Poetry Story
My poetry days go way back
Back when it was okay to slack
I used to play four square and fly kites
Now it is working every night
Back then it was okay to cry
Now I must make ways to get by
It is amazing how life changes
Ups and downs like mountain ranges
In the end I just want to be free
And be the best there is to be
Some might ponder when and how
My mission is to finish now
Hard work and dedication
Are the keys to the vacation
I must never be late
There is far too much on the plate
My story will continue to grow
For now I will continue to glow
This poem is about:
Me