I’m no poet, as you would be able to tell after reading this, hehe. This is something I wrote in my early teens. I like to write simple poetry, especially rhyme.
Why am I here?
I ask myself with reservation
If I knew the answer
Would I act to fulfill my obligation?
Would I do it in haste,
Or would there be time that I waste?
Why cant I make a decision?
I have my future in my hands
Yet I dont take a stand…
Do I choose door one two or three?
What lies ahead waiting for me?
Who is my friend?
Some say their list doesnt end
Mine has but few on whom I can depend…
I digress, without further address..
I ask again,
Why am I here?
Someone give me a reason to cheer.
It was supposed to be longer, but I never got back to it. smile
Learn to love yourself, then learn to love one-another