THINGS I M LEARNING
At the first time grawing,
My parents show me warning,
In what I was doing,
Sometime I was not listening.
In my studies when learning,
Strocks were source of teaching,
Alot of teachers were holding,
Was it a source of building?
In the collage when studying,
No anyone who is shouting,
I am busy with my writing,
No one accept my writing.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country