Biography of Jarrod Wakefield
I guess I don't have much to wright about I'm only thirteen so what did you expect a 500 page autobiography?
Jarrod Wakefield's Works:
Jarrod Wakefield Poems
The Cube And I
Last week I bought home a rubiks cube To test my skill against its might Well I said this silly toy This plastic puzzle kids enjoy
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
From life we have been learning from before we learned to crawl, The thing we refer to as pride not easily understood A little pride is necessary but too much pride not good A truly humble person is one you don't often meetThe self opinionated and self conceited never known to be rare
War Is Hell?
People say war is hell Then peace is heaven? No. People die day by day
As Time Ticks By
As time ticks by So does life You only have so much time To experience the wonders
The Wood Chopper
There was a wood chopper chopping deep in the woods When a pack wolves walked up and asked him where he stood That made him wonder If he’d made a blunder
The Old Pier
The dangling legs, Hang over a the old pier, both drinking fresh air.
War Is Hell?
People say war is hell
Then peace is heaven?
People die day by day
And all that becomes of them is statistics
There are people without homes
And hardly anyone cares
There’s alcohol drugs and gangs
What makes it hell?