Balloons Poem by Ashley Bucher

Balloons



Life often seems like a balloons.

Some balloons fly high to the sky,

But some keep to the ground,

Tied by string.

Some may be popped early in life,

And some fall slowly down.

But in the end,

We all shrivel up,

Filled with stale air.

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