Moi and the Boat (A Seventh Grade Poem)
Everyone has dreams, big and small Some as big as a shopping mall Others small but unique like a gem With mine, I can just shout or hem I sometimes wonder who I am I am often as soft as a wrinkle-less palm Try to be a bit more hard like a tree trunk But I end up being a soft chocolate chunk My mind is often filled with dust A little bit of care is a must To keep my vibes away from rust As I march towards my goal, quite robust People are staring at my face As if it is something as precious as a diamond lace I try to make myself look more bright With all my latent strength and might If things go wrong, glasses break because of the goodness I exhale I will not cry, I will not wail, I will just inhale Afterall, having a bag of memories as sharp as knife Is the true essence and the "life" of life Like the sweet honey hidden in the beehive The sweetness of us is what makes us alive So be sweet, strong, live long but never wrong Be warm, don't lose the charm...