Tell me why you do the things you do?
Do you really want to see me blue?
Instead you look the other way,
You don't like me asking in the sunny day.
But you persist in your harmful ways.
I don't really have that many days,
For you to never to care for me.
I am leaving you see.
But wait, what do I see?
You're coming racing towards me,
With three daisies in you hands,
That you on my dress do land.
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Poems by Vera Sidhwa: 179 / 494
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I Am a Child
I bought apples and oranges,
And rolled them down the sidewalk.
All the kids did the same.
We made apple juice
And orange juice,
With the fruits,
And our skateboards.
Tomorrow is another day.
With fruits and sidewalks we will play.
With money that our parents had to pay.
We yelled and screamed, what else can I say? >
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