OUR BELOVED CR
At the first day,
You stand and say,
Wanting to be way,
To do not delay.
Alot of things said,
We could not heard,
And choose our head
Without listening their word.
You become a leader,
You word in hurder,
You help each othet,
And become as a dather.
Giving you those problems,
Faced alot of problems,
Because of our problems,
You become a problem.
Chance it way hard,
You could not tired,
Now you have fired,
Things are being cleard.
Congaurate to your chance,
Things you have valance,
How you have hence,
I wish to dance.
This poem is about:
My community