Luke Bushen

Childhood - Poem by Luke Bushen

I’m not quite who you think I am, seriously, I’m not.
I really am different than the first impression you got.
My room is not always so clean
I really am sometimes quite mean
I don’t always do all my chores
(I really hate washing the floors)
I sometimes yell and even shout
I sometimes act grumpy and pout
One time I cheated on a test
I often play when mom says rest
I broke the window with my ball
I long ago drew on the wall
Mom said to walk, but then I ran
I tipped over the garbage can
I dropped my cup and spilled my milk
I got chocolate on my mom’s silk
I tracked some mud all through the house
I scared my sister with a mouse
I burped really loud during diner
I get mad when I’m not the winner
My stick put a hole in the ceiling
I hurt my best friend Billy’s feelings
I really misbehave a lot
Me, perfect? Certainly not
I mess up nearly everyday
But God still loves me anyway.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 1, 2008

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