Oh hey there, merry belated Christmas! I hope you've had as awesome a Christmas as I had! Anyway, for my Christmas present to anyone who actually knows about this blog, I've decided to showcase a poem I wrote waaaaaaaaay back in Primary 5 or Primary 6. I quite like this poem because 1. I had never written a poem before this and 2. I just find it quite cute :D
Now, on with the show
Why?
By Oliver Nolastname
Why can’t I fly like a soaring eagle
Why can’t I work like the bumblebee
Why can’t the job I have be the most regal
Why are all these luxuries denied me…
Why do people cheat, and lie too
Why do we have and still want more
Why does everyone worry and woe
Why, on my face, do the tears start to pour…
Why don’t we all gather and laugh
Why doesn’t money grow on trees
Why can’t I be in the upper class
Why am I always denied these…
But then I realize I’m scared of heights
I have some money and I don’t need more
People may cheat but I’ll put up a good fight
I may not be perfect but I’m not far offshore…
Okedokie, now for the post-mortem. Call my biased, but I really like this poem because, from what I remember, I spent a good part of a Saturday afternoon writing this and I like to think that it's pretty good. I don't think there's a whole lot to be said so I'll just leave it at that.
Alas, it's time to sign off again.
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