I am a poem, and I help folks to see

What their ancestors wanted to grow up to be.

Some wanted to grow into soldiers of war,

And some to be keepers of quaint little stores.

Some wanted to find the love of their life,

Some to be a good husband, and some a good wife.

Some of the tales that people do read

Have characters, some as small as a seed.

My sentences are short, my words are precise,

But the reader’s attention I always entice

With the way I do sound when I go right along

In forms of prose, dramas, and songs.

I teach many people to read and to rhyme,

And so I shall do for the rest of my time

To show you, dear readers, the power I give

To those very few who choose to live

With my words on your heart, my messages strong.

How could this world ever hope to go on

Without poems like me to show you the way

To a brand new beginning, another day?

Take a good friend, a man I call Will,

Why people did love when his heroes would kill

The antagonistic rogues he put forth on the stage

I saw people go to from a very young age.

Another friend, a man called Poe,

Wrote poems of sorrows, poems of woe,

And on his pages the reader’s hearts bled.

Why, what more on this earth can there be said

For the things that a poem like I can show

A reader like you who wants to know

Of emotions, dramas, complex plots?

Actually, dear reader, I can show you lots,

But I haven’t the time, and I haven’t the space,

So continue to read poems, and be gone of this place!

Go out and read, go out and explore,

For when you read poems, you learn more and more.