I was sitting near the shops,
Waiting for my car,
Seeing people eating lolly pops,
Hoping to find my Ma.
I see a little child's brother call to him,
To stop him from being run over,
So he might have a chance to forgive his sin,
So he can start his life all over.
I see the postie on his bike,
And the buses roll on by,
I see the nature that I like,
Populated, and I sigh.
I wonder of the good,
Oh where has it gone?
My eyes roam like they should,
I see what I've sawn.
As I sit up real slowly,
And repack my bag,
I start to walk dosily,
And feel like a dag.
I think to my self, 'This world isn't safe,
I left my locker open,
On the day before Tafe,
How can the others just keep on coping?'
My book I had drawn on,
Was stolen that day,
I had spent many days working on,
Do they care for Art? 'Oh no' I thought 'Nay'
As I walk slowly, one step at a time,
Hopinh that each one shall be my last,
I think that maybe this world is just fine,
But that must mean that Heaven is a Blast!
[This is a poem that I have written when I was walking home from school. hoped you liked it!]
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