* I am not proud of this poem at all. I might be if I were in fourth grade. But this morning my brain feels like it’s full of cement and inspiration can’t seem to chip a hole in it. I decided to post “the poem” anyway, trusting that you can empathize. Maybe I’ll try again later.
I’ve been told when choosing books
What really matters is inside.
Don’t judge by how the cover looks.
I have learned when I have lied
Someone will catch me every time.
So truth is best. Lies are despised.
I know it is not hard to climb
Cherry trees with sturdy branches.
Success just takes some will and time.
And I’ve found when I take chances
I change myself for good or bad.
These are all parts of life’s great dances.
To own this knowledge makes me glad.