Why He Could Die Poem by klever Gold

He was always alone
In his class he was never known
He never imagined being first
He knew he was not the best
His position was always last
So he hoped life could be very fast

His father was a farmer
His mother was a tailor
Dreaming of being a sailor
He knew that would be a failure

All he wanted was a better place
Which always showed on his lonely face
He tried to be a pleasing friend
All others where naughty friends
He tried to make life better
But with his quest he got angrier

He regrets the day he was born
He wishes life could be a bit better
So he was ready to take in the pill
That would make his eyes close forever
So he could dream and dream forever
Of when it would be a lot more better